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Poem: Scattered in the Absent Wind


By: Fredrik Zander

scattered wind

Estranged by adorers,
Scattered in the absent wind;
This vacuum is a bird of prey.
Too late for the news of the world;
Too soon for the fascination
Strangers bring to light.

“Could there be tomorrow”,
I asked a hollow mirror,
Begging the question
To respond;
Late night in Jericho Street,
We howl our goodbyes.


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