My love, the ashes that
are dancing in the echo
from the melody of the night
My tears, the lava
that flows burning
down the slope
My heart, painfully
strangled and suffocating
by the manycolored snake of evil.
My tired feet
paints my longing
in the soft, beautteous sand.
But my body is like the birch
seeking nourishment with its roots
from the earth
Nude and vulnerable,
whipped by storm and rain.
I will rise again
Under the black nightsky,
by the moon when the wolfes are howling.
I will be able to love, once more
by Rose-Marie Sandelius
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