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The poetry of the train of thoughts In life, we repeatedly encounter topics that move us and stimulate our thinking. A thought-provoking impulse for one person, or compassionate emotion for another person and yet a reason to philosophize for some other people. The poetry of the train of thoughts, with selected works written by myself, is for all those free spirits who still like to immerse themselves in the world of poetry and indulge in it.
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A good question
The love for people
Lost Love
Kisses in the Night
I thought of you
Starry Sky
The Tear
If the word “If” would not exist
Hard shell
Butterfly
Snooze function
„An ode to Horst“
My Life
Friendship
On the Mountain
The Dream
Faith and Hope
Villa Winter
An Angel
The Golden Ending
Maybe we sometimes stand in our own way --- because we have lost the faith--- that it is possible at all!
1st November, 2009 Susann Bernstein
When we do not pay attention to
all the little things in life,
how can we learn
to appreciate the big ones?
Love people,
relish the moment,
carry the instant,
priceless and precious.
Full of passion and zest for action,
the moment captured.
Wandering from A to B,
almost missed
the subtle nuance in between, captured while walking,
in order to turn around,
to see --- this moment.
Held by happiness,
incredible to sense, to feel a piece.
Not believed in it but
wished for happiness,
to give it, to feel
and to show it and to hope that it will be returned!
Always remain who you are!
They held on to
what was long lost,
repairing the illusion of what lay
broken at their feet.
They did not know how,
they lacked the energy they once had
to keep it alive
in their own way.
Lost on the way, on the
way of faith everything
remains eternally, as it is.
It is a naive thought to believe
that everything will remain as it is
and will bloom forever without
making strides.
Stuck with the cart
full of memories of times when you
believed everything would stay.
The thought bursts, it bursts
like a soap bubble dancing
in shimmering colours in the sun.
Woke up in the darkness,