Anne Harkonen

The night air is cold
The world is dark
Once again you feel old
Listen! Can you hear it? Sweet song of a lark.
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Summer is over,
washed away by the rain.
Summer is over,
covered by leaves of fall.
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Young friend of mine
Your thoughts are dark
You drank some wine
Somewhere in the distant park
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Life flashed past in a blur of motion.
I drew my last breath
Before having the chance to live.
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The ice was melting the day we met,
Melting somewhere north.
Your eyes be the colour of hope,
But hope was there and then.
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I had a dream
I was standing on a mountain,
The world at my feet.
I was the Lord, almighty.
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The sparkling light above the sky
The reflection of a cloud, a silent sigh

A fleeting moment, a sparrow's flight
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Poor Beauty, my feathered friend,
Your heart is cold, upon the ground.
Ah, your colours fade to grey
I can see your eyes lose their shine.
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The human race has long died out.
The night is hot, the air is polluted beyond cleansing.
Animals cover in the filth we left.
The sun is trying so hard to shine,
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Once again,
My heart is blamed
My thoughts were vague.
I do not know
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Hours, just hours
You were given to me,
I learned to love you
Hoping you would survive
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Did you think I was fragile?
Do you see me as weak?
Have you wondered,
How on earth I'm this bleak?
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How can you say that you love me?
When even I can´t love myself.
And how can I find peace in your words,
When all you see is my mask
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You do not see me, not really.
You walk past me, like I am a ghost.
No second thoughts for me,
No intrigued: who is she? What's her story?
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