Mowing on . . .
Wasted days don't come back again,
stay in the past at least and last
I am building a wall without a gate . . .
Glorious day touching my senses, here I will stay
creating a bridge to the future . . .
and I am mowing
in to the future
of what
I am
Poetry by Dan Cederholm
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Written on 2007-05-08 at 14:04
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