Die Uhr
(Ein Gedicht von Samantha Sam)
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Kunstvoll geschnitzt das Werk umschließt
Stetes Ticken des Vergehens mahnt
Uraltes Holz die Zeit beschützt
Stumm vom Vergessen verschlungen
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Auf zarte Zeiger sich Perlmutt ergießt
Den Weg des Augenblicks ins Uhrwerk bahnt
Verborgen, vor der Augen Blick geschützt
Unvergänglich im Innern versunken
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Fortwährend das Dasein verfliegt
Das Jetzt den Augenblick verbannt
Nur uraltes Holz seine Bedeutung noch kennt
Gelegenheit im Vergessen entschwunden
©Samantha Sam
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Samantha Sam – grew up in Mecklenburg Vorpommern. She now lives in a little, enchanting town called Lappersdorf by Regensburg. Since early childhood, she was devoted to writing, which served her well in her later profession as a communications specialist; even though writing there was business related rather than creative.
In her personal life, she has been writing speeches for weddings as well as birthdays of family and friends; speeches, that are still on everyone’s lips years after. Often family and friends encouraged her to devote more time to writing professionally. So, when her daughter left home, ‘the time was ripe’! Her passion for writing made her engage in her first novel, which she is in the process of putting on the finishing touches. She writes under her pen name “Samantha Sam”.