In den Wellen vor
Fukushima spiegelt sich
noch immer der Mond.
Die Ausgangssperre.
Mit geschlossenen Augen
die Blumen sehen.
Die lange Reise.
An jedem Ort wartet der
Schatten der Bäume.
Bild: Mechthild Paul
Text: Moritz Wulf Lange
Design: PESCH Grafik Design Metzingen (c) 2021
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