Saturday, January 28, 2023

In poverty I dream of labour / Wish I was normal

 Fall

 

1.In the midst of winter

My heart became a snowflake,

And it touched the ground

With the force of an earthquake.

 

2.At the dawn of spring

It slipped into a river,

And melted away,

Too cold to even shiver.

 

3.In the midst of summer

Things will be set free,

But the wait is too long,

I won’t be here to see.­­

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