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The Wind

The Wind

I can feel the wind today
stronger than ever
whipping away my tears
of solitude and loneliness.

No longer do I feel
him overpowering me,
we are one - in need
of each other.

(Both poems are from the book
Till Tales - Seeds for new dawns)

ISBN 0-7951-8805-6
by Ursula Tillmann

Sleepers

Endless white
and still, so still
the sleepers are
dreaming beneath
a crust of
frozen crystals.
No warmth to
hold and melt
their efforts.
Still, so still
and endless white -
waiting for warmer
days to uncover
what lies beneath.


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