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David Pansch


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Thundershower

slashed to the field, face to the ground
the ears filled with that constant sound
grey-blue cloudburst bawls at me
lenience leaks to set me free

turn around to raise my head
my lethal pride now I have met
far and wide the lightning flashes
nearly burning me to ashes


raindrops running down my skin
I have to confess no sin
put out of my mind the pain
starting to enjoy the rain

opening my wings with verve
piercing haze, escape the turf
above the clouds I have a sight
of the sanguine colored night

«2006»

Ein Foto vom kleinen Gewitter hinterm Haus, das erste vernünftige Blitzbild, was ich zustande bekommen habe - Canon PowerShot A710IS, ca. 8 Sek. ohne Stativ belichtet.

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