The Villa - Poem by Sare Sayidi
Death is the eyes of mine missing your loving hands;
Death is your weary glance in a half-forgotten dance;
Death is the undone twist
of the summer's sunlit blind;
has only just begun.
_ To Ininoke for her 01062017 _ Oslo
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