Dienstag, 6. März 2018

Shakespeare aus dem Kühlschrank

Shall I compare you to a winter's sun
when the land's too cold for warmth
icy veins pervade my frozen frame
blamed to be hollow, shell, with shame

left speechless, laid out for good
will your winter's sunny eye then last
and stay, though disowned my mind
to shine and shout my name?

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