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By FalconRia Date: 2010 Feb 25 Comment on this Work [[2010.02.25.16.16.14922]] |
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This is not a poem. This not prose. This is not deep. This is not high. This is Life! **** A looong, loooooong winter this is. Much, much snow. Many, many degrees below. Now (February the 25th) there is Light. Here in Finland the Sun goes up 7:20 a.m., and down 5:20 p.m. (approximately). Isn't that a cause of Happiness? SO. I sit here and wonder. Wonder of how forcefully the Spring feels already now. **** I remember the winter 1997. When I met you 19.2.1997. Next time I saw you in May. Then I read Your Book. Äääh! These thoughts and memories I havd spelled out here and everywhere :-). **** NOW. Today. It seems to be an neverending winter. More snow came yesterday. But Today. The sun was shining. The birds were saying ti-ti-tyy. But about You my mind says: "What shall I do?" |