Soft Wind
Chill surrounds the world, and also
Chills my heart, that stares in heartache
Without tears, without a song
I sit motionless and wait.
The soft wind comes a singing,
Stroking, releasing inside and once more,
Streams glisten, tears sparkle,
And the pain becomes a song.
-Mia Holm
translated by Joe Bandel
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