Night is a dark foe
Sleep the bus that never comes
Listening to the sound of my heart
Breaking cell by cell
If I’m not careful
I will remember the tender you
You should now be
Only a size of a memory
Dwindling…
Not still toing and froing
In my hearts chambers
But dwindling….
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That is hauntingly beautiful, Liisa.
Can you remember, we were reading poems on a winter day in Finland some years ago. I find your poems very good, most of them. This one is very impressive, a powerful description of emotions. It is dramatic, for me it contains a story.