12 Lines Of Sorrow
The night air is cold
The world is dark
Once again you feel old
Listen! Can you hear it? Sweet song of a lark.
It makes you younger, it makes you mine
Yet I am silent,
Makes you joyfully smile.
Then it is gone, I sing my lament
A lullaby of the breeze
-Gone perfume of flowers sweet
A stray dog, covered in flees.
It's life ended; no more does it leap...
poem by Anne Harkonen
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