In the dead of the night
One can see from its height
Blackbird flaps its wings
It’s been hurt among other things
Its eyes flicker, free, as if to say
When it was hurt, it was an easy prey
Moment to see the light at the end of a tunnel
Time to move on, enough always in a baffle
Arise from a broken life and make it happen
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Reblogged this on Die Erste Eslarner Zeitung – Aus und über Eslarn, sowie die bayerisch-tschechische Region! and commented:
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Thanks for sharing, Michael 🙂
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Thank you, Sue! Always with a great pleasure. Sorry, the last days i was a little bit shocked by the temperature here, and forgot to read a lot of postings. Have a nice sunday! 😉 Michael
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Me too, Michael… it has been terribly hot! But the sun was kinder today 🙂
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Yes, really! Our house was built with old stones, so when its cold it tooks some time for the temperature coming in, but when its warm, after some hot days its preheated and we get the full power of the sun. 😉
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I know that feeling… I have lived in old stone. Mine has a whole wall of glass facing east…so it has been very hot in here!
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thanks for the reblog, Sue ❤
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My pleasure, Lady Lee 🙂
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