It's about

                                                       art@kathrin kuhn

It's about the clouds

It's about a flying bird

And the red country outside

when november ends

It's about the sound 

of a kiss in an empty room

(Growing and growing and growing

like a thunderstorm)

It's about me fighting 

alone

in a desert churchyard

Among the trees a blind soul

A damage

A pain,

A sting

Considering the blade

Of dark light in your eyes

(Fix it honey

You need that )

It's my heart bleeding

Because of the rotten apples

In your orchard

Bless you

No regrets