The Wind

I want to live
I just do not know
how to do it anymore
Is there hope?
Is there a future?
Outsiders of all kinds
comes to great me
but the wind 
the cold wind from the north
will freeze all aspirations 
of flowering, fruitsb


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 and the world ends. The winter is here and is so cold...

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Posted in #blogg100, May 2014, Mindlessness, Poem, Poems, Poetry