Saturday, August 13, 2011

August 13th, 2011 Losing Norrkoping

I have traveled the world.
To Sweden, I flew.
I have seen places and faces,
A path to Norrkoping, I drew.

Trapped in the mist,
That moment feebly flickers.
My heart fears cold.
O You touched it so.

Still my tongued tied,
A frown let my sorrow show.
The flowers colored to tease me,
You stood by and let me go.

I smiled for a moment,
Don't hurt me, my love,
To haunt me to return,
You smiled back.

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