While working on a short story – I will hopefully publish tomorrow – I found this old poem in my notes. At first I looked past it because I was certain I had published it here already but upon closer inspection it seems I forgot. Or maybe I wanted to implement a consistent meter before publishing but didn’t have the time or energy to do so. Anyhow – Let’s hope you haven’t read it already.
Dusk
As the flames burn brighter
and the smoke rises higher
we say farewell to our sun
with liquid poison in hand
and due to fear of the cold
we slip the shoes off our feet
and cuddle for sinful warmth
in someone else’s bed.
– F H Hakansson
F. H. Hakansson 
Ha, I love it 😀
Glad I could please one of my favourite fans 😀
wooww!!! amazing!! 🙂
Thanks 😀
Doesn’t look familiar to me, so I’m happy you took a second glance at it. I think it’s really great and I love the ending 😉
Great photo, too. Did you take that?
Thank you! Glad you liked it 😀 It’s quite funny how you can discover hidden gems like this.
Yes I did. It’s from Sardinia 🙂
Well, I have never been to Sardinia, but your photo makes me want to visit. 🙂
It’s a wonderful place. If you ever find yourself in Italy without much to do (hey, you never know) I recommend it!
I simply love it as well as the image…
Thank you! 😀