17 Jahre (April 1945)

Evening blossoms glow quivering red
And your heart, your child’s heart throbbed higher.
Through seas of gold the great sun swims dead
Drunken with perfume and evening red
Your eyes kissed the skies of fire.
Beyond the shadows, oh that you might follow
Forever its blazing, its flaming way!
Child, see your wildest, your bitterest hours,
Dream their paths unto death with the evening flowers.
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