torsdag 13 november 2008


It came as lightning. A flame in the sky.

It came too fast, too eager.
Why didn't I notice it was on it's way?
Why didn't I see the storm?

It came and went. Too fast and to eager.
The storm that swept it away.
Why do I grief over something that's lost?
Why do I still remember?

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