Underground
love expecting the soft talk
the sultry and hoarse from the whispering voice
a comforting word near the evening-lake
where treetops cast their rest
memories reflects in blue
portraits regain the good times
I offer you the archives of my soul
the images of the past move underground
every life-picture knows dearness
sensitive and felt in the language
a hug and understanding are worth gold
nostalgia mixes with desire
@ Bianca & Gerhard
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