Your Memory
Your loving clear eyes
Greet me from the far distance,
Softly shimmering across to me,
Like bright stars through the fog.
I think of you, so return again,
In fairytale brilliance and childhood dreams;
A wind whispers through my soul,
Like through the green trees in the forest.
-Mia Holm 1900
translation by Joe Bandel
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