Fernsehturm In Berlin
On the sky's hummock
she is like a ziggurat;
a gardener of
stars who takes care of
their shining watching over
their sparkling glimpses.
My only hope that
maybe she intend to look
after our little
and unfortunate
star too. The dim one under
whom our love was born to beam.
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