Grosse Hamburger Strasse
While I clung on the
memory of yours, while I
waited for your noise
to make I was stopped
by the motionless on the
Grosse Hamburger Strasse.
Berlin became my
second skin and I happened
to turn into a
pale improbable
heartmark on its murky and
woe-coloured pavement.
Copyright © Diana Bosa | Year Posted 2016
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