Satunnainen teksti

As expecting

I look at the cleansing sky,
which cries old wounds to the past.
I take steps in the rain,
as expecting someone to come and say,
that they don't wish me to get wet.



Majority of the poems from 2017 to earlier haven't been translated yet,
so they'll currently appear in Finnish. This is an ongoing process,
since there's a lot of 'em. (Please do enjoy the newer ones tho.)


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