Hvis vinteren og natten
Er en liten død
Er dette november, klokken ti


Autumn Evening

I drown in this tragedy

Which infiltrates my toughs
without tenderness

If the winter
and the night

Is a small death

This is the eight of december
twenty-two fourty-four

Your too short on time
Everything you know, is when the end makes an entrée



Poetry by barbeina
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Written on 2006-07-08 at 21:33

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Zoya Zaidi
BEAUTIFULLY DARK!
Where have you been?
And what have you been up to,
To write such a dark text?
You are scaring me Barbeina,
I hope, you have been well?

**Welcome back hugs**
Love,xxx, Zoya
2006-07-08