EVERYWHERE WE GO – Poetry by Henrik Nordbrandt

EVERYWHERE WE GO

Everywhere we go, we always come too late what a time we started to find. And in any city we stop, are the houses where it is too late to turn, the gardens where it is too late to spend a moonlit night, and the women that is too late to love, to torment us with their impalpable presence. And any way we seem to know, takes us away from the flower gardens that we seek, and who spread their heavy smell in the neighborhood. And all we get back home too late at night to be recognized. And in any river we reflect, we see ourselves only after having turned their backs.

(Henrik Nordbrandt)

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