Poetic Exploration of the Heart

Without Memories

We will leave here without memories
To tender tremor of morning husk
To sadness and moonlight in the woods
To some lonely place at dusk

I will leave here without memories
A scent of grass that
In their sleeves
Farmers bring home
From a day in the fields
A secret that hidden
Under eyelashes escapes
Different sounds, colors and shapes

I will leave here without memories
When the road turns and makes a bend
For the last time I will think of your eyes
As of some beautiful foreign land.


Photography: Runner by Mikko Lagerstedt

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