I am the water in the river cold
the dust that the wind lets fly;
I am the the gem in the coffer of gold
and the rain that falls from the sky.
I am everything everyone knows
the thoughts that you have in your head;
I'm a fresh drop of dew on a blossoming rose
and a person, both living and dead.
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Author:
Fränz Müller (
Online)
- Published: June 19th, 2025 06:19
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 2
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