I'm here now
(forgive my personal pronoun!)
but I won't be here always,
but will always be here,
non-existant
a wailing song
in the ether
a child by itself,
talking, reasoning,
bucket and spade,
wind soughing through the birches,
over-heard from an adult point of view
Fri vers (Fri form)
av Ingvar Loco Nordin
Publicerad 2021-07-10 10:36