Come Wonderland

Come Wonderland

I prayed for snow,

but blades of gust cut my skin,

and drops of rain drilled holes in my bones.

I dreamed of change,

of a white sheet covering the green,

a world soft and cold

–  A world forgotten and numb.

– F  H Hakansson

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