Life

Life

Again I see you, But me I don't see!, The magical mirror in which I saw myself has been broken, And only a piece of me I see in each fatal fragment - Only a piece of you and me!...

Again I see you, But me I don't see!, The magical mirror in which I saw myself has been broken, And only a piece of me I see in each fatal fragment - Only a piece of you and me!...

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

At first first nothing will happen to usand later on it will happen to us again.

At first first nothing will happen to usand later on it will happen to us again.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

My heart was full of softening showers,I used to swing like this for hours,I did not care for war or death,I was glad to draw my breath.

My heart was full of softening showers,I used to swing like this for hours,I did not care for war or death,I was glad to draw my breath.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

A poet must discover that it’s his own story that is true, even if the truth is small indeed.

A poet must discover that it’s his own story that is true, even if the truth is small indeed.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

A young gratuitous smile; trust and distrust;Promiscuities of bed and board and road; The one assured treasureA life, in recollection, truly possessed.

A young gratuitous smile; trust and distrust;Promiscuities of bed and board and road; The one assured treasureA life, in recollection, truly possessed.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

I write in order to comprehend, not to express myself.

I write in order to comprehend, not to express myself.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

This life is quite a rave- few heartaches, some long waits, altering faiths & breaking cliches!

This life is quite a rave- few heartaches, some long waits, altering faiths & breaking cliches!

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Know that I loved you and that I belonged to you. And I wouldn't have had it any other way.

Know that I loved you and that I belonged to you. And I wouldn't have had it any other way.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

I think it was Milosz, the Polish poet, who when he lay in a doorway and watched the bullets lifting the cobbles out of the street beside him realised that most poetry is not equipped for life in a world where people actually die. But some is.

I think it was Milosz, the Polish poet, who when he lay in a doorway and watched the bullets lifting the cobbles out of the street beside him realised that most poetry is not equipped for life in a world where people actually die. But some is.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

The way through the worldIs more difficult to find than the way beyond it.

The way through the worldIs more difficult to find than the way beyond it.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Give a poet a pen

Give a poet a pen

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Life is a poem most people never read.

Life is a poem most people never read.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

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