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Down and Out in Stockholm
Snow falls
swiftly and silently,
Blanketing the esplanade.
Through the grey air,
Across the water,
The shapes of buildings
move like phantoms.
I've had my heart broken.
It hangs,
In pieces,
From my sleeve
within my overcoat.
One need only follow
the trail of blood and tears
to know where I'm going,
Stark red and blue
against the carpet of white.
@thewaywardpoet
#Stockholm #Sweden #Scandinavia #travel #heartbreak #relationships #poetry #spontaneousprose
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swiftly and silently,
Blanketing the esplanade.
Through the grey air,
Across the water,
The shapes of buildings
move like phantoms.
I've had my heart broken.
It hangs,
In pieces,
From my sleeve
within my overcoat.
One need only follow
the trail of blood and tears
to know where I'm going,
Stark red and blue
against the carpet of white.
@thewaywardpoet
#Stockholm #Sweden #Scandinavia #travel #heartbreak #relationships #poetry #spontaneousprose
© All Rights Reserved
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