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BhalagdravithaIt seems the meaning of the B  the message of the breaking B  is taken necessarily  to share the feelings broken by  the stop beats of the busted bow. Bhalagdravitha
in Other on 4/18/07
Die TotenvoegelSchwarz die Schwingen, schwarz das Haar raaaaaaa  Traurig klagt die schwarze Schar raaaaaaa  Die Todesbotin, sie ist nah raaaaaaa   
Sie kündet uns vom bitt'ren Brot - Tod!   
Die Totenvögel, sie sind da raaaaaaa  Schaurig schreit die schwarze Schar raaaaaaa  Hoch am Himmel, unnahbar raaaaaaa   
Und wer die schwarzen Vögel sieht - flieht!   
Denn wer die schwarze Botin sah raaaaaaa  Jeden Glückes ist er bar raaaaaaa  Er lebt nicht mehr ein ganzes Jahr raaaaaaa   
Raaaaaaaaaaaa, raaaaaaaaaaaaa! Die Totenvoegel
in Fixed on 2/13/07
Winter Apple TreeMaybe I'm a winter apple tree:  As spring brings bloom so frost brings me  Although the tree now sleeps.   
Maybe I'm a frozen winter well:  Where tears might stream or anger yell  Now winter's frost restricts the flow.   
The well fell dry with winter's ice  The apple tree stands bare -  But apple trees need winter's sleep  To bear their fruit anew. Winter Apple Tree
in Open on 1/21/07
Faellt SchweigenFällt Schweigen  birgt leise  ein tiefes  Geheimnis.   
Todeskälte  durchweht  den Moment.   
Sag - bist du bei mir,  wenn die Sonne erlischt? Faellt Schweigen
in Open on 11/11/06
NebelstreifMist drafted in wafts over the little creek and enjoyed itself. The latter might have seemed odd to the people in the town one or two miles down the stream if they had known it. But they preferred not to delve too deeply into the secrets of nature. Little did they know mist always enjoys itself when it does what mist does best: Dancing over meadows in early morning, thickening to a fog in late autumn, or dispersing at the call of the sun and the wind. And yet, there was something odd about this particular bank of mist, because amidst it wafted a streak of mist that had one morning refused to disperse, refused to obey the summonings of wind an Nebelstreif
in Fantasy on 9/26/06
Wanted, and yet notI was no unwanted weed  just a pumpkin seed  that didn't grow a rose.   
I was no cuckoo's egg  just a sparrow's egg  that never hatched an eagle.   
Dutifully they watered me  every single drop poisoned  with unspoken disappointment  "You are no rose!"   
Dutifully I broke  every single sparrow's bone  with unspoken despair  "I am no eagle!"   
No rose grew, no eagle flew  a broken sparrow lies on the ground. Wanted, and yet not
in Open on 4/2/06
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