Monthly Archives: October 2015

How Lonely Sits Berlin

How lonely sits Berlin
A matter of my sin,
Compulsive signs of hope,
Transformed to misery.

How lonely stands the star,
For nothing but poetry,
In love with the Sun itself,
A backlash to it’s memory.

How lonely sits Berlin,
Drags me onto transcendence,
Oh, how I wish I jumped the Berlin Wall,
Oh, how I wish death awaits the absurd of my mind.

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