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Sir Kristian Goldmund Aumann Poem
dedicated to the Victims of the Holocaust
Dark is the night
I hear your heartbeat
In the room there is no light
Fire in the night
I hear them marching
Your boots are brown
Glass in my thoughts
Hear the fear in this night
Shrill screams shattered
I do not hear your heartbeat
Why is the light so bright in the room
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Sir Kristian Goldmund Aumann Poem
I caress your skin -
Your breath is flowing;
Peace in the things of life.
The time is with us,
When our heart beats in touch.
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Sir Kristian Goldmund Aumann Poem
I'm waiting for the night;
then my heart goes out to you
Lays down on your lips,
like a caressing kiss,
You my eternal You
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Sir Kristian Goldmund Aumann Poem
The universe is turning
its
eyes on me
Unrest in the days
Where the blood moon...
&
My hands touch the stone
Silence comes from the voices
Driven into the night
Not a feeling of sadness
The fire of torches has alarmed them
Father give me strength
Essence from the chalice of the infinite
A white rose blooms in my heart
With heavenly sounds
she
opens her mouth
Copyright © Sir Kristian Goldmund Aumann | Year Posted 2016
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