miércoles, 18 de diciembre de 2013

STRØM


The lake is frozen.
Your coat is wet.
So late and nowhere to arrive to.

You were left alone, facing the carpet.
Now you can't remember but you don't forget.
Just a rubber ducky taken for a ride.

The warmth will return, you'll face it again.
Your strides will feel different.
You won't mention his name.

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