Spring

There are no hope
only the 
wintery wind
of the past
at this beaten track 
We do not have 
to understand
anything at all
Only to be something
different then we
ought to be
when waiting
for the spring
to break

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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, April 2014, Black, Poem, Poetry

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