A hare and a tortoise are running a race.
Herum who wins.will the old story repeat or a new one will make the history….Herum.
You never knew
that after you left I stayed
by the impression on the ground where you’d lain
I drew my hand
over the flattened grass and it was
as if I needed and cherished your absence more
than I needed and cherished you
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(an extract from the poem SUSPENDED by Bruno K.Oijer from The Lost Words,translated from Swedish by Tom Geddes)