Wound


One day the snow passed by this place

The life I lived so far away was it me or someone else?

The snow falling through my face was my face or somebody else’s flying through life back and forth unknown to myself and stranger to others

Your letter came thirty years too late and melted snow your words my heart so well knows

There was a snow storm somewhere but not you…

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