My thoughts are moving, clumsy, drunken elephants
as the parched savannah
my originality.
Now and then a heavy rain falls
he lets the grass shoot up and brings
rarely seen in great variety to the fore. The wings
my thoughts.
light, like floating the seed of a dandelion
them, prancing, high above the grass.
Today is Dürretag
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