Can’t make out the thread
But I suppose it’s there
Through the woollen caps
And weathered courtyards
The overcast tedium
And ribbons of snow
Sculpted in the faint glow
And I know
I can’t really leave
Wherever I go
It points back here
But I suppose it’s there
Through the woollen caps
And weathered courtyards
The overcast tedium
And ribbons of snow
Sculpted in the faint glow
And I know
I can’t really leave
Wherever I go
It points back here
( Gustav Holger )
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