Letters

Poem to the lost people of my world

I cannot save you
because
You were gone long before
I was here
But your letter
still remains in the
that drawer 
History does not
repeat it self
It just send you
greetings from
times long gone

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About

I am who I was when I wrote this text but I do not know if I exist now. I am from Scandinavia where the arctic starts

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Posted in #blogg100, Hope, March 2014, Poem, Poetry

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