Nanne Nyander - Poems and Paintings
What would happen to the sky
if the sky thought it was a cloud?
"The Way Back Home"
Invisible me, no thoughts to see,
no thoughts.
Invisible me, running past a tree,
running for the sea.
Listen,
I’m the sound of rain,
pouring over me.
Invisible me, nothing to see,
nothing to be,
nothing.
-Nanne Nyander
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