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mánudagur, 28 febrúar 2005 |
A poet weaves his words
of love
into a tapestry of thoughts.
If I'd weave my love into a blanket,
I wonder, would you use it?
How could would the nights
have to be,
before it would be
hugging you tightly
doing so nightly
just around you?
- 4.10.'02
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