Our border is drawn in
segment immeasurable
that opens as a gap in front of us
Languighing bitter soil
keeping on it's hold
even when furiously tearing
With numbness hard fate
is touching
it strengthens
unless it blows you from your roots
Lights are changing in harness of tail wind
and the unknown is for you
who has mourning's wandering sound of ringing on your shoulder
and your mind makes you escape the helper
(Original text: "Katkera Maa" by JP Leppäluoto)
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