Before, After, Between
I flower, I flow,
my body is a strange friend
I sing something silent;
the day is a gift
I let myself be,
the night moans a lonely fragrance
The first and the last;
such pals!
Poetry by Ingvar Loco Nordin
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Written on 2023-08-04 at 13:20
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