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Hiding, from the playing of a lamp

While rain is pouring down outside
and thunder is running after lightning,
the birds are hiding in their nests,
just as I do right now.

My hair is wet and is not going to dry
and the carpet is heavy from leaking pearls
A soft tone of music combines
with the warm light

When I am usually spying on the sky,
my eyes are now eying a blank paper
The white paper that regulary goes dark
of a playing light bulb

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Publicerad 2007-07-28 15:10

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