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"-33F"
by Iri Kaijanniemi-Kilpeläinen
The air is so cold
it cuts like a knife:
The trees are in pain.
The silent death
picks birds
like fruits
from the barren
branches,
scatters
broken eyes
on the snow.
Iri Kaijanniemi-Kilpeläinen, old enough, married enough: a Finn who gets high with music, literature & some people.
by Iri Kaijanniemi-Kilpeläinen
The air is so cold
it cuts like a knife:
The trees are in pain.
The silent death
picks birds
like fruits
from the barren
branches,
scatters
broken eyes
on the snow.
Iri Kaijanniemi-Kilpeläinen, old enough, married enough: a Finn who gets high with music, literature & some people.
posted by Faulty Mindbomb at 9:28 AM
1 Comments:
haven't felt so stripped by sadness since reading De Palachi's 'the scorpions dark dance'. this is something.
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