Year
That soon begin the new year,
I do not feel in the least.
I see only: The time is running out
just like at Pentecost.
the time passes. The spider spins
in secret tissues. If today
night a year begins,
begins a new life.
Joachim Ringelnatz
source: (C) Oliver Haja / PIXELIO
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