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.
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
