It’s not easy to write a poem about a poem.
Either all lights are turned off or one inner light is missing.
There can be no forced inspiration.
It is easy to see the glow but hard to recognize the awakening of silence.
Even if you are alone you wage war with yourself.
What we call life is only talk of nature.
Hope without love is hopeless.
A big desire is not enough to meet the expectations of lost dreams
In the lie of truth lies the truth.
Wherever there is somebody else, a war is not far away.
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