{"id":593,"date":"2009-03-16T11:53:33","date_gmt":"2009-03-16T10:53:33","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.ingriddrewing.de\/?p=593"},"modified":"2009-03-16T11:57:06","modified_gmt":"2009-03-16T10:57:06","slug":"verlorene-liebe","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.ingriddrewing.de\/?p=593","title":{"rendered":"Verlorene Liebe"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter size-medium wp-image-595\" src=\"http:\/\/www.ingriddrewing.de\/wp-content\/uploads\/2009\/03\/eine-rose1-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.ingriddrewing.de\/wp-content\/uploads\/2009\/03\/eine-rose1-300x225.jpg 300w, https:\/\/www.ingriddrewing.de\/wp-content\/uploads\/2009\/03\/eine-rose1-1024x768.jpg 1024w, https:\/\/www.ingriddrewing.de\/wp-content\/uploads\/2009\/03\/eine-rose1.jpg 2048w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 300px) 100vw, 300px\" \/><\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoNormal\"><span style=\"font-family: Verdana;\">Manche zarte Fr\u00fchlingsliebe<br \/>\nw\u00e4hrt nur einen Sommer lang.<br \/>\nHerbstlich welken gr\u00fcne Triebe,<br \/>\nNebel wird zum Farbenfang. <\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoNormal\"><span style=\"font-family: Verdana;\">Dich traf im Herbst ich, ahnungslos,<br \/>\nzog mit dir in den S\u00fcden.<br \/>\nDort waren Lieb und W\u00e4rme gro\u00df<br \/>\nim Gl\u00fcck ,das uns beschieden. <\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoNormal\"><span style=\"font-family: Verdana;\"> Dann nahte Winter, brach das Licht<br \/>\nund auch die Rose rot.<br \/>\nDie Nachtigall sang von Verzicht,<br \/>\ndas K\u00e4uzchen gar von Tod. <\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: Verdana;\"> Doch blieb mir hell dein liebes Bild,<br \/>\ngehegt mit allen Sinnen.<br \/>\nIch trag es stets im Herzen mild,<br \/>\nmag auch die Zeit verrinnen.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: Verdana;\">Ingrid Drewing<br \/>\n<\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Manche zarte Fr\u00fchlingsliebe w\u00e4hrt nur einen Sommer lang. Herbstlich welken gr\u00fcne Triebe, Nebel wird zum Farbenfang. Dich traf im Herbst ich, ahnungslos, zog mit dir in den S\u00fcden. Dort waren Lieb und W\u00e4rme gro\u00df im Gl\u00fcck ,das uns beschieden. Dann nahte Winter, brach das Licht und auch die Rose rot. Die Nachtigall sang von Verzicht, [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[6],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-593","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-liebe"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.ingriddrewing.de\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/593","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=593"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/www.ingriddrewing.de\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/593\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":597,"href":"https:\/\/www.ingriddrewing.de\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/593\/revisions\/597"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.ingriddrewing.de\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=593"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.ingriddrewing.de\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=593"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.ingriddrewing.de\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=593"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}