(for Annelize)
Still I have the feeling of unrealized love,
I recognize you at any time or place,
and I type words; these fingers are donors of,
do know the distinct image of your face.
I remember your favourite words of choice,
it's as if your perfume is in the air,
I know every distinct tone of your voice
and will be able to recognize it anywhere
but I am alone and you are not here,
while we look at the Ukraine with empathy,
with this war and COVID it is a terrible year;
in all of this I still wish you near to be
and pray for God to act on every day:
the Russian empire forever to stay.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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