Birchen Memory – by Alexander Wulf

The rolling hills

calm my uneasy and worried mind.

Yet, the wooden mills

remind me of the past left behind.

Too much was said and has happened here.

A cracked scream

was too little for people to hear.

No bad dream!

In that one night,

you showed me no regrets.

I was too polite

and too afraid of debts.

You seized your chance

and I didn’t want to deny.

Our love was a dance

of our very last goodbye.

~ © Alexander Wulf 01.05.2014

 

This was written by a close friend of mine and he graciously let me share it with you.

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