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POETRY: Niillas Holmberg
Poems
13.
On the highest hilltop
it is roaring to me, it really does
through my ears and fur coat
where are you coming from
what are you running away from
what are you afraid of
I would comfort you
if I could
you are weeping so loudly
where are you coming from
I see the Deatnu river valley
and the tundra around it
scary!
I'm getting terrified too
blazing fire behind the hills
grows and comes nearer
I've heard about it
but didn't expect to see it yet
wait
give me a ride
look
what I am condemned to see
feel
my rising feelings
as feelings diminish
level out
feel me and feel pity for me
feel
and take me
away
18.
You are simply the
best to my eyes
I can't get close
so I stare at your pictures
and feel my chest ripping
I would offer you the whole world
if you wanted it
though you don't even seem to
care for it
Lúthien
44.
I don't like him
all that makes me cry
his fault
and it's his fault
that I can't cry
because of him I've never seen
I hear his music
where is the roar of streams
the wind is infected with his fart
all they ever ask me
his questions
79.
I lived my childhood's dreams
and nothing but
childhood's dreams
I got home
when young, people are constantly hurrying
to go and leave
I am young
still
and I am constantly hurrying
to childhood