Archive for December 8, 2013

Father’s hand

I do not remember your hand in mine
but you once lifted me on your shoulders
but you once hit me in the face
but your hand was the hand of a father
you were my father and I remember you well
but not your hand in mine ever

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the train a zipper
opening the white landscape
snow covers the track

I won’t come back
I won’t come back
I won’t come back

silence left behind
sheep didn’t even notice
I passed them so fast

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