Sunday, 22 May 2011



Alone as a butterfly in an overheated room
tortoise-shell wings falling in middle winter's snow

Alone as the last bear on Macedonia's Border
Hiding in the mountains, no honey in the tree.

Alone as a stone, Hidden in a drawer
Never opend in a dusty museum.

A walk in mid winter across a field that's fallow
No moon to light the night The Owl cries-a field mouse dies.

Alone as you & me
Seperated by a distance
That I cant see.

A soul in pain, an overflowing drain
That's what it feels like tonight.!

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