THE LONELY CLOUDS BLOW ACROSS THE SKY Poem by Rune Christiansen

THE LONELY CLOUDS BLOW ACROSS THE SKY



Fatigue at a window overlooking a rain-soaked park, you lean out panting after the night's labour, the notebook with its scribbles lies open in the frame, the little cactus has capsized, and the clouds - they are gliding all over the public sector.

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