and you were a twinflower when
We met the day after
In the faded photograph
Naked with only a voice of snow falling
The color of your hope
Entangled in the last kiss of a summerday´s sleep
Resting now in the disappearing lines
of a marionette twin
and
as the marionette comes to life
it wakes up in chains
Poetry by Emelén
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Written on 2006-10-27 at 13:03
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