Corona by Clara olde Heuvel

Corona - Clara olde Heuvel ©

Für uns Menschen 

Bedeutet das Wort 

Immens viel. 

Für die Tiere 

Bedeutet es 

Nichts. 

Sie leben weiter 
Als ob jeder Tag ein neuer Tag ist 

ohne das Ziel 
etwas erreichen zu müssen 

ohne 
sich an etwas starres fest zu klammern 

Sie sind,

mit der Natur 
mit dem Wetter 
mit dem Auf und Ab der Jahreszeiten 
mit den anderen Lebewesen,


sind 

einfach pur!


Clara olde Heuvel LL.M. is a human rights lawyer. She has an authentic interest in people from different cultures, because of being raised multiculturally by a French grandmother, German mother and Dutch father. Because of her bilingual background she is passionate about language and especially passionate about expressing her emotions and feelings through words. These poems and short notes were all written during the corona isolation. She is one of the published authors of the book “Human Crossing 9 stories about Refugees”. She can be reached at: oldeheuvel.c@gmail.com 


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