22.7.2007
Svava Strandberg
THE FLOWER
My mind dwells in the darkness deep and hollow
so filled with sorrow longing for your face
a little boy with a smile as bright as sunshine
which now has faded in the autumn haze.
You grew up like a flower in the forrest
so full of life between the evergreens.
I wanted you to bloom and become the sweetest
of all the fairest blossoms of my dreams.
But in the foggy night the poisoned rain fell
with evilness upon your small green leaves.
And when the morning broke from Heaven's height
I found you had turned to weed that eary night.