Durch die Büsche winden Sterne
Augen tauchen blaken sinken
Flüstern plätschert
Blüten gehren
Düfte spritzen
Schauer stürzen
Winde schnellen prellen schwellen
Tücher reißen
Fallen schrickt in tiefe Nacht.

August Stramm
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