Hello,

This time, with a creative touch and an excess of emotionality, I let myself be carried away to a spontaneously written work; I hope the quality of my writing has not suffered as a result.

This time I don't want to make any statement beforehand, because I just want to let my work have an impact on you. I hope you understand what I mean despite the somewhat weird metaphor.

Without much talk, I definitely hope you like it - if not nice, I look forward to any constructive criticism ^^

Long live friendship! your hydrangea.

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silk rain

The silk dress
is like a second skin on my body.
blows gently in the wind in summer.
sticks to me cold in autumn.


silk
in different seasons
is like the mood swings
a loving woman who

cold angry warm smiling

worries about you when you don't come home.
lying in the summer grass with her friends and laughing.
Even in its annoyance it is still beguiling.


The threads of silk
are like invisible links.
never seem to tear.
even they get sluggish and tired in the rain.


Silk threads
in spring and autumn
are like shortcuts of friendship
between people of this world who

happy carefree lazy tired

looking for happiness in spring, finding friendship and love.
in autumn feel sluggish and tired, wet and sticky, loosen up, relax.


Those silk threads
are like friendship.

That invisible connection
can be strong and tightly embraced,
but also sluggish and slack when there is too much ...rain.


«I'm looking for you in the rain.»,

says the lonely friend
standing in the rain
not seeing the silk threads of friendship,
which hang wet and slack on the ground.
The wind of consolation is gentle,
but she does not find the moving threads.


«Lonely.»,

she whispers
at the end of the day.

The gentle, comforting silk rain
is not over yet.

Silk pelts down
and wraps the girlfriend in a silk dress,

what sticks to her in the silk rain
like a second skin:

cage.