Once in Time

Once in time
a new morning begins.
The sun rises up,
tired, without any light,
a black, dark ball,
nothing more.
Slowly we recognize
that there is a second ball,
a bright one,
not big, but it is still there.
It doesn`t rise up,
it doesn`t go down,
it is alsways there.
Some place, any time.
This ball shines
through every darkness.
Nothing can stop it
and it is called LOVE.

by Claudia Wehner

The story for Claudia

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