Poem at night ~ A Poem/Gedicht zur Nacht ~ Ein Gedicht

A Poem

Sometimes
a poem
needs that
still  moment
when it
boils and bubbles
inside
that cauldron
called:
“you” or “me”
like that
vulcano
it was
made of.

Ein Gedicht

Manchmal
braucht 
ein Gedicht
diesen 
stillen Moment
wo es
kocht und blubbert
in diesem
Kessel, der:
“Du” oder “Ich”
heisst und
so ist,
wie ein Vulkan,
aus dem es
gemacht wurde.

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