Fall

Small fragments
of a light wind
blowing away, fast
of a slow storm,
full of anxiety.

A hurricane spins
around as a typhoon
in my head until
I fall like the
house of cards.

I lie flat on
the ground until
it sinks away,
lower and lower,
and I with it…

©️ Björn Blomqvist 2022-01-01


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