There's no silence in your head,
no lines
no phrases.

The time of understanding you
is nearly over.
At times we smile
and know each other still.

But unexpected jungle tours
are not enough
to reach the person
you once was.

It's like the autumnbirds
flying over land
to other worlds
leaving the longing
autumnleaves
and melancholy.





to Lars 11102004

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