Moonleaves

I am here,
but my body is not.
Spring is here.
Everything is green, light-green.
I can see spring is here,
but I can´t feel it.
My body covered
with dark-green moonleaves,
longing for the soil
that once was mine.

I am here,
but my life is not with me.

poem by Pia Andersson
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The girl I used to be

My tree will know it all
the tree of my childhood
with the endless branches
and the many whispers

My tree remembers
the girl with the wind in her hair
the girl with the crazy laughter
the girl with the fear of living
the girl I used to be
before

In my tree
everything I want to be
will be

In my tree
I can see the world
but no one can see me

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poem by Pia Andersson
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