The Poets
Poets
I sing my song,
and you hear me.
I listen, again,
and call thee.
I listen.
You listen.
I sing.
You sing.
Like birds,
we are,
near
or far,
poems
they are,
our
melodies.
by Martin Braun
2.6.2023
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