Altes Blut

in gedichte •  7 years ago 

Scharlachblau der Schwarm
am Himmel
seine Runden zieht.

Hoheitlich.
Königlich.
Royal.
Kalt.

Bis er schließlich
hinabstößt.
Kometengleich
das Land erschüttert.

Warten wir
noch einen Augenblick.

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