feel the world
in its most complete absence
in its unbridled discomfort
a world fades
at the palm of hand
feel the world
as world that can not be another
that destroys itself
and on this way completes itself
at the palm of hand
feel the world
as simple word
that is in the lips
and staying there makes us sad
at the palm of hand
feel the world
as simple poetry
where we drop frustrations
the sorrows of the day
and from the poetry we emerge
in order to give a smile
and the hand
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