Poems are pure, distilled feelings.
I'm not a poet, I just feel.
I closed this door
so many years ago
I'll not open it again
no, I don't want to know
...
Breathing your breath,
dreaming your dream,
skin on skin, warm and
so sparkling with hope.
...
Dissolved into water
breathed through air,
bitter medicine
of every day.
...
I left my heart in Gothenburg,
golden rich leaves and crystal breath.
I walked beside you,
hurrying to keep up,
...