Hans-Jörg Bohm · wishes 2
words come and go
like summer rain
falling softly
from your brain
touch your hand
you write them down
fast
so they don' t hit the ground
write them down
don' t make comments
hope that sometimes
they make sense
hope that one day they will be
your way to immortality
Poetry Shelter (C) Hans-Joerg Bohm 2017