immortal moment

One a clock
The river sleeps
green grass, wet and cold.

Two bird walks
a bridge over water,
she’s allready sold

The city is awake,
we’re alone upon a bench,
and the moon
she closes her eyes,
she’s wise.

Passengers of life
we either sit or share,
holding on – to a pole.

You don’t have to whisper,
I allready know
the life in a bowl.

Passengers of life
we either sit or stear
holding on – to our goals.

The city is asleep,
i’m alone upon a bench
surrounded by the night’s souls.

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