Winds from the west

No doubt
Winds 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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