Winds from the west
No doubtWinds from the west reaches my bed,
until this day, the only secured spot on my lonely planet
In vain,
trying to hide from the rain
trying to scream out all of those fears,
which delivered to my subconsciousness by father to father,
now becomes reality
Where is my mother when I need her?
No doubt
There will be changes
Poetry by Leif H T Strand
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Written on 2006-09-18 at 15:41
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