November
December 2007
ett förstenat ansikte, nymphadora
malmo mon amour? or not.
it lingers in the night,
softly, quietly, as if it would tread over clouds
"he finds you when you're sleeping, and when the daylight fades..."
so this is the last remaining
ray
the birds are missing
gone astray
(hanging over the lost bay)
woodland
willow wind
night leaf
good night
(and thanks for all the fish)
distant is not enough?
bliss vs crucible. I chose bliss - not surprising, yet still, worthwile mentioning.
and all I find are souvenirs from better times
before the gleam of your taillights fading east
to find yourself a better life
and here I rest, where dissapointment and regret collide,
lying awake at night.
the simple heart will be prized again.
in white light, I don't think so
but what do I know?
well it's a lonley road
that you have chosen
I am nothing in the dark
who ate your heart?
somewhere only we know
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where kindness is a card-game
(in the trenches, in the hard rain, with a bullet and a bit)
break free.
where's the exit, please?
I'll see you on the other side
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gammal bild
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