Silent thinking
The shiny sparkle in the drops of water will soon have gone,
Beautiful nuances of pastel colored light – will it ever come back?
My heart is full of Tristesse Noir – deep inside.
Might there be a silver line on the horizon, thin and weak?
Could it be The Moon? – The Moon – my old friend, The Moon.
Without you there is nothing but Tristesse Noir.— Christian Speck, 2021
The Moon – my old friend, The Moon.
*) The Moon – one image, photographed through a double-glazed window.
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