Remember the nights by the fire?
You would clench my hand,
The grip intensified by the hour,
The nights were long,
And I would pray so the days
Would become ever so short,
To see you again under the stars
As the moon would reflect
The morning on the other side,
Someone, in that morning,
Was also praying for a swift day,
But I asked them to wait
To grant me the longer hour.
Poesi av Erick Flores och foto av Mikael Svensson. Bilden från Lilla Delsjön är fotograferad den 25 april 2008. Klicka vidare om du vill se fler bilder från Delsjöområdet.
