green mead, frail blooming
birds’ enticing melodies
when you grasped my hand
dragging me into your dreams
swift overwhelming journey
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Published by Dag Travner
born and grew up in Klagenfurt (Austria), was living for over 30 years in Vienna, now back to her hometown in the very south of Austria near the border to Italy and Slovenia; multilingual freelance writer of fiction (mystery, crime, horror), essays (arts, philosophy, linguistics, politics), articles (cultural journalism), translator (french philosophy), indie film-maker and podcaster.
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