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Poems
Thin ice
High in that thin snow gust
Where the clouds touch each other
The sun sends airmail
Feeble sun
Watery sun
There your grin shines
In my eyes
I see you surely
A.and hear you too
D.don’t lumber on those clouds
You’ll fall through the ice
And frozen friendship cracks
On the thinnest piece
Breaking in two
High in that thin snow gust
Where the clouds touch each other
The message of desire crashes
Against ice floes helpless
I see you surely
And hear you too
Will you collect the echo of the farewell?
Then I’ll dig the sentences
Fold the exclamation marks
So that the end of the beginning
Soon to come
When the thaw sets in
Won’t rain out so sloppily
Written on 15 January 2010 |
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