Wiedersehen Poems - Poems about Wiedersehen

A shaft of sunlight splits our dreams and the spell evaporates, our fate is sealed, our goose is cooked! Morning-mouthed, bedraggled, the reality of day makes for a rude awakening, as reluctantly we say 'auf wiedersehen.'...

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Our love had ran rampant, stretched out thin, Like the neck of an old green absinthe bottle. She was here, and I there. She said this, and I said that. Oh! Oh, how she teased. One day, she’d be near, But not near enough. This kind of game makes a Man lose his mind, like a child loses...

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A shaft of sunlight cleaves their reveries and the spell evaporates, their fate is sealed, their goose is cooked! Morning-mouthed, bedraggled, the reality of day makes for a rude awakening as reluctantly they say 'auf wiedersehen.'...

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Rome.Open city. Unreal with paling light, singular with stone and ochre. Gods dyed with dust, the unquiet dead corded with white marble. Heaven`s steps so cruel with belief. My hotel.Forster. Only connect. Words cool and dry, the idea of a lost kingdom. Far from the noise of this, in shade,under pines....

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lie in bed static on the tv dream of your face there lying next to me dream you're in my arms tonight in my sleep i do sigh you had moved on and there was nothing i could have said so i waved bye to you auf wiedersehen dream of you in my arms tonight in my sleep i do cry...

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A shaft of sunlight cleaves their reveries, and the spell evaporates, their fate is sealed, their goose is cooked! Morning-mouthed, bedraggled, the reality of day makes for a rude awakening and reluctantly they say auf wiedersehen....

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A shaft of sunlight cleaves their reveries and the spell evaporates, their fate is sealed, their goose is cooked! Morning-mouthed, bedraggled, the reality of day makes for a rude awakening as reluctantly they say 'auf wiedersehen.'...

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Heidenrod 8 (Zorn) Germany 1984 Nach vielen, langen Jahren, sah ich die Heimat wieder. Es scheint noch immer wie ein wunderschöner Traum. Die Erinnerung wird weiter leben, in Zeit und Weltenraum. Seltsam, wie das Dörfchen sich verändert und ich alles anders fand. Herzinniglich gedenke ich der Jugendfreunde und der Zeiten, als gleiches Schicksal uns verband. Wie waren unsere Herzen aufgeschlossen und echt die Freude und das Wiedersehen. Die...

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A shaft of sunlight cleaves their reveries, and the spell evaporates, their fate is sealed, their goose is cooked! Morning-mouthed, bedraggled, the reality of day makes for a rude awakening and reluctantly they say auf wiedersehen....

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