If I were upon a star
I would look around,
And make sure, you’re not so far.
So far away from the eyes,
that makes me se.
The beautifull and unique human being,
next to me.
So far away from the breath,
in which I inhale.
The air that surrounds us,
it’s never to late.
To open up my eyes and se,
The star on which I stand,
belongs to you and me.
Copyright Hans Jørgen Larholm
Skrevet d.
10. september 2002, 01:13
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