Gedichten
18 september 2026
V09.18.26.1Engels
There is a path that makes me sick,
But I see that light,
That comes closer to me,
I dance in the moonlight,
So I come closer to Mengü,
I talk myself down,
So I can climb one day upwards,
But what if I am the mountain?
What if I already can watch the world, as it is?
I am eternal, together with Mengü
I am not alone, endless with Mengü
I am you, my soul with Mengü