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Morgens.

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man kann hier reden
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und warmen Schein
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Tröstende gute Worte,
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by =Aedrinos, Dec 31, 2010, 3:35:05 AM
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Deine Nacht
Auf deinem Fahrrad spürst du den Fahrtwind
und dein heißes Gesicht kühlt langsam ab.

Du lässt deinen Blick schweifen und während
deine Beine in einem gleichmäßigen Tempo die
Pedale treten, fällt dein Blick auf den Himmel,
und du siehst wie er langsam Dunkel wird.

Wolken ziehen in dein Blickfeld und ein Lächeln
huscht über dein Gesicht.
Du schaust auf die Uhr: 17:30.

Um die Kurve, und noch ein Stück, dann bist du da.
Du siehst die Bank an der Kreuzung,
dort wo ein Weg in den Wald führt.

Dann stellst du dein Fahrrad ab und setzt dich.
Die Stöpsel in die Ohren und den IPod an.
Während du einige Ruhige,
aber auch dunkle Klassik Stücke hörst,
fällt dein Blick auf die FRAU.

Sie kommt langsam um die Kurve,
schiebt ihren Kinderwagen und summt eine
traurige Melodie.

Geheimnisvoll lächelnd ziehst du die
Kapuze tiefer ins Gesicht.
Die Schatten werden länger...
Schon ist die FRAU und ihr KIND
bei dir angekommen.

Du wirfst ihr ein Lächeln zu und schaust
ihr in die Augen.
Mit einem scheuen Blick,
wie ein verängstigtes Kaninchen,
geht sie an dir vorbei.

Dein Blick haftet an ihrem Hals.
Dunkle Wolken schieben sich vor den
Mond, es wird kalt.

Einsam steht der Kinderwagen
auf der Straße,
einige Blutstropfen,
fallen leise auf den Asphalt.
Es ist nun finster...

Am nächsten Morgen wird man
im Wald,
abseits der Wege zwei Leichen finden,
eine FRAU und ein KIND...

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~AngelWithLittleHands Dec 13, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

ich habs sonst nicht so mit gruselkrams, aber die geäfllt mir ehrlich richtig gut

=Aedrinos Dec 13, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

Ist schon ziemlich alt, aber Danke für das Lob;D

~FinaNightmare Jan 4, 2011 Hobbyist Traditional Artist

wow, cool! ^^
Mir gefählts gut :'D

=Aedrinos Jan 4, 2011 Hobbyist Writer

Danke ;D

~FinaNightmare Jan 4, 2011 Hobbyist Traditional Artist

gerngeschehn :3

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