Part of Speech

     I was born and grew up in the Baltic marshland...
     The North buckles metal...
     From nowhere with love... (translation by the author)
     From nowhere with love...(another translation)
     A list of some observations...
     I recognize this wind batterring the limp grass...
     A navy-blue dawn in a frosted plane...
     You've forgotten that village lost in the rows and rows...
     Munich
     As for the stars, they are always on...
     Near the ocean, by candlelight...
     The Laocoon of a tree, casting the mountain weight...
     If anything's to be praised....
     There is always a possibility left...
     Part of speech
     Not that I am losing my grip...


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