Zywa
White tongue
Not the war makes the warrior
but his peace
with the ending
My gates are open
energy is flowing in
my face shines from it
I live, I don't distract you
with golden hair, I am
life, bald and unadorned
Not: I survive with hope
but with inner peace
with the ending
I don't leave me
I don't withdraw
in pain and sorrow
I let life flow in and out
I'm standing in the light
in which we find each other
I am not here as a sick person
but in my hard-fought peace
with the ending
My chest breathes up and down
my dear body hurts
I radiate it
With hot water I wash
off flakes and sighs
and I stretch out, cautiously
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