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[ It comes the 1st Poem. It exsists of 9 double-rowed Stanzas. Much Joy! ]
The language of children, so open and clear
we all have spoken it, we understood each other so fine
we can't hear it, we can't see it
however it gently hits us, the worries are disappearing
it is without any intention, empty of expectations
the doubs it rises about, so refreshing to the neighbor
so close and boundless, expired glare
to be familiar with each other, we could be happy
secret of deepness, everybody feels this
gifts are guided from heart to heart
oh flower of love, it is already withered
a sign in the mirror, how we made an effort
the time is gone, the path is the goal
it doesn't help so much speaking and worrying
only with strength and courage, nurtured by actions
the hope to live has just granted
so - be attentive right now and contemplate about yourself
the smile inside your heart will enrich yourself...fine.
Wolfsburg, April 6th 1996