
sleepily thinking of you
reaching out my hand towards
the empty place by my side
knowing your thoughts
are not longer with me
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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deep melancholy, but great love feeling
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