(1989)


One brick


I look at you
wondering where you come from
what winds moulded your shape
and which waves hit against your shore

one brick

tightly glued in the wall
you whisper quiet stories
though this slowly waving home




Poetry by Mikael Lövkvist
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Written on 2007-03-31 at 00:27

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Nathalia
I am truly amazed by your writing! How you are able to say so much in just a few lines. That is no small feat, I think.
2008-12-09