Stranger
Opprettet 20.01.2020 kl 12:37 av anonym.
One early autumn morning
I followed the wet marks on the stones
to the lake of my sorrow
what brought you here, you stranger?
I found your face in the mirror of my tears
and now,
now I´m waiting for you here
trembling with excitement
freaked out by longing
again that you will come.