Ferdinand walked here once, I imagine.
The Philosophenweg.
Did his boots crunch on fallen leaves,
the same rustle I hear today?
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The Crazy Ferdinand
Philosophenweg Silesia | Gerhart Pohl
Philosophenweg
In Leschnitz, Silesia, the Philosophenweg winds through the fog, blurring the edges. Annaberg below, a dream unraveling—buildings twist like thoughts at dusk, colors smudge into memory. Reality and fantasy meet here, in the space between breaths, in the shadows where the light almost touches.
In Leschnitz, Silesia, the Philosophenweg winds through the fog, blurring the edges. Annaberg below, a dream unraveling—buildings twist like thoughts at dusk, colors smudge into memory. Reality and fantasy meet here, in the space between breaths, in the shadows where the light almost touches.
