Soft Wind

Soft Wind

Chill surrounds the world, and also

Chills my heart, that stares in heartache

Without tears, without a song

I sit motionless and wait.


The soft wind comes a singing,

Stroking, releasing inside and once more,

Streams glisten, tears sparkle,

And the pain becomes a song.

This entry was posted in Anarchist World, German Authors, German Poets, Joe Bandel, literature, mia holm, poetry, Uncategorized, women authors, women poets, women writers. Bookmark the permalink.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s