{"id":11322,"date":"2014-02-08T13:35:28","date_gmt":"2014-02-08T12:35:28","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.ingriddrewing.de\/?p=11322"},"modified":"2014-02-10T00:42:23","modified_gmt":"2014-02-09T23:42:23","slug":"winternebel-5","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.ingriddrewing.de\/?p=11322","title":{"rendered":"Winternebel"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><span style=\"color: #333333;\">Verschlafen liegt die Stadt,<br \/>\nund alle Tage<br \/>\nim Nebel d\u00f6sen so dahin.<br \/>\nWas sonst geleuchtet hat<br \/>\nals Lustansage,<br \/>\nzeigt hier nur einen m\u00fcden Sinn.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #333333;\"> <\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #333333;\"> <\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #333333;\"> <\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #333333;\">Dir fehlt der Sonne Licht,<br \/>\nihr goldnes Scheinen,<br \/>\ndie klare, frische Winterluft.<br \/>\nDer Smog, der manchmal dicht,<br \/>\nwehrt allem Reinen<br \/>\nund treibt das Leben in die Gruft.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #333333;\"> <\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #333333;\"> <\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #333333;\"> <\/span><\/p>\n<p><!-- P { margin-bottom: 0.08in; } --><span style=\"color: #333333;\">Da rufst du nach dem Wind<br \/>\nund wilden St\u00fcrmen,<br \/>\nauf dass ihr Wirbeln Klarheit bring&#8216;,<br \/>\nwillst, dass nicht weiter blind<br \/>\nsich Wolken t\u00fcrmen.<br \/>\n<\/span><span style=\"font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;\"><span style=\"font-size: medium;\">Das Licht in blauer Weite schwing&#8216; !<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #333333;\"> <\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #333333;\"> <\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #333333;\"> <\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #333333;\">\u00a9 Ingrid Herta Drewing,2014<\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Verschlafen liegt die Stadt, und alle Tage im Nebel d\u00f6sen so dahin. Was sonst geleuchtet hat als Lustansage, zeigt hier nur einen m\u00fcden Sinn. Dir fehlt der Sonne Licht, ihr goldnes Scheinen, die klare, frische Winterluft. Der Smog, der manchmal dicht, wehrt allem Reinen und treibt das Leben in die Gruft. Da rufst du nach [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[40,22,63],"tags":[811,3799,3867,1512,2322,3856,2321,3843],"class_list":["post-11322","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-nachdenkliches","category-wetter","category-winter","tag-depression","tag-leben","tag-licht","tag-luft","tag-mudigkeit","tag-nebel","tag-smog","tag-sonne"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.ingriddrewing.de\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/11322","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.ingriddrewing.de\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.ingriddrewing.de\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.ingriddrewing.de\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.ingriddrewing.de\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=11322"}],"version-history":[{"count":6,"href":"https:\/\/www.ingriddrewing.de\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/11322\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":11343,"href":"https:\/\/www.ingriddrewing.de\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/11322\/revisions\/11343"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.ingriddrewing.de\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=11322"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.ingriddrewing.de\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=11322"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.ingriddrewing.de\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=11322"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}