Next to the river, the Cathedral laid in grace
The flowing sound of waves gently whispering in amaze
Breaking into each other forming nature in one pretty art piece
From far away I can see his shade
From another time from another space
Walking long steps adding final touch to a suffering artist brooking tale
History was made here
Bullets , death , wars and lonely souls
Left their spirits hanging around the wall
History was made here, cant you hear their crying howls?
Time walked all over time
And the sun was able to finally shine
And here I am in time of peace
Glancing at the same hiding place
Full of fear, from the tall man shade
Fear that is almost sweet
Fear that i will never have fears.
Comes closer the face that assembled the Dom
Taking my hand in silence while we sink in Museum island
Cant you see? History is in the make here!!
History that doesn't belong to the conscious of the world
History that only connect two souls
Next to the river, where the Cathedral witnessed fate
And the burned angels blessed us with their long gone wishes
Would the history repeat it self and we end up in flames
This is the sweet fear hugging the moon of the Berlin Dom
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My poem is an appreciation for a moment that never lasted but deeply left a happy mark on my soul.
In the love of a city.. wish I can come back
Fig head