Mattias Turovski Poems
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Walking On The Moon
Everyone has left by now, alone so I could be.
Paper, pencil and my thoughts, accompanying me.
Way past bedtime, rest and dreams, no-one in the room.
It’s just me, my thoughts and I, walking on the moon.
All I’ve seen today I shall [-] put on paper now.
Words appearing on the canvas I do not know how.
Sweeping all my thoughts aside, as if with a broom.
Where, what, how I ask, and why.. walking on the moon.
The kettle singing in the kitchen, restless as it blows.
A moment lost in time as falls a petal of a rose.
My thoughts go back to when it grew and just ...