Postum Scriptum


In that late evening the boat came
Bringing lovers, families and friends
Together again
The mosquitos had their feast on fresh
blood and some new traces of the city
Alone I awaited the miracle to happen
Staying while the others left for a
cup of tea and a chatt about the trivia
of everyday life
Trying to find the hidden messages in


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.

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Posted in #blogg100, 2017, metamorphosis, Poem, Poetry, Shame, spring

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