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Gedankenflüge

Aktualisiert: 13. Feb. 2019





Wind säuselt Wind whispers

Wind kräuselt Wind ripples


Wind braust Wind roars

Wind zerzaust Wind tousles


Wind torkelt Wind stumbles

Wind schaukelt Wind rocks


Wind singt Wind sings

Wind schwingt Wind swings


Wind streicht Wind sweeps

durch uralte Bäume through ancient trees

nimmt meine Träume takes my dreams

auf eine Reise mit on a fantastic trip

 
 
 

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Angus Cox
Angus Cox
09. März

This poem stopped me mid-scroll — there's something almost meditative about the way wind is given so many faces, whispering one moment and roaring the next, like the restless rhythm of our own thoughts. It beautifully captures how the mind wanders, drifts, and sometimes loses itself entirely before landing somewhere meaningful. I felt this deeply during my postgrad years, when deadlines piled up and my thoughts felt just as untethered as those dreams carried off by the wind. A friend suggested I reach out to HR specialists at New Assignment Help, and having that focused, expert guidance helped me organize the mental noise into something structured and purposeful. Just like this poem suggests, sometimes all it takes is the right…

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Cole Owen
Cole Owen
23. Feb.

This poem is so beautifully simple yet deeply moving — the way wind is given so many quiet personalities, from a whisper to a roar, feels like watching thoughts drift and shift in your own mind. It reminded me of those overwhelming moments during university when my brain felt exactly like this, pulled in every direction at once, unable to settle. I actually started leaning on Business Assignment Help UK during those scattered, restless nights, and somehow having that structured support helped me channel all those wandering thoughts into something meaningful. Just like the wind in this poem that eventually carries dreams somewhere new, a little guidance can turn mental chaos into something worth holding onto.

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I read the Gedankenflüge post on Songs of Silence and it’s a short poetic piece about how the wind moves through old trees and carries dreams on a kind of imaginative trip. While reading it, I remembered a late night when I was stuck on a big coursework task and used CIPD assignment help services on my laptop to sort out ideas as my thoughts felt just like those drifting winds. That mix of quiet reflection and working through thoughts made me see how paying attention to simple moments can really help you learn and grow.

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