In my dream I saw my father.
He was still alive.
He said he was sorry,
for having died.
He said that he loved me,
a blessed child.
It again smelled like morning,
he got lost in the dark.
~ by Aquatic Poetry on May 11, 2010.
Posted in Danish Poetry, dansk poesi, Malene Raun, Poetry Tags: child, digt, dream, father, malene raun, morning, Poetry
Filippa said this on May 16, 2010 at 11:06 PM
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