Deep inside
the translucent pearl,
there is no smile
when she’s not there.
What noone,
noone may see
but mostly ignore,
should stop exist
when she’s not bound.
Where no day
or light can reach,
but still there is
some great will,
will be no birdsing
except her around.
In the open fire,
fire of satisfaction,
I wanna get burned,
burned with her.
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(c) Felix Abegg 2012
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