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Ferdinand von Bozen
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Blossom deep down,
mountain tops swaying,
wind stretched out in rest,
the tree stands frozen.
mountain tops swaying,
wind stretched out in rest,
the tree stands frozen.
Then suddenly a flowering,
and in my heart's center
you burn in me, tree.
and in my heart's center
you burn in me, tree.
Nowhere is there rest in me,
I cry out in flames,
a sea swelling in all things.
I cry out in flames,
a sea swelling in all things.
Then they too - blossom and
tree - twitch, having already
reddened with sweetness.
tree - twitch, having already
reddened with sweetness.
- Henriette Hardenberg, Südliches Herz
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