Spring In Uppsala

[Bassim]

This poem I have dedicated to Svaneska, Angelka, Bea, RonBee, Susieddqq and the other kind hearted people who are helping us on this forum.

Spring in Uppsala


Still not a single leaf on the branches

On the damp soil appear first flowers

like timid virgins.

Along the river,

young men and women, students, pairs of lovers

enjoy their first sunbeams this year,

unaware of the traps life has sat in front of them.

Newly arrived refugees walk the streets,

gazing in disbelief at a huge number

of half naked women.

Their penises react immediately.

They believe this place is paradise.


In Spring I like to keep the blinds down

I do not care about the warm sunny days

Sweden makes me sick.

The pain of my soul

moves me beyond time and space

I am in my orchard playing with my dog

under the trees in blossom

waiting for my father's return from his job.

In one hand he is carrying a bag with bones

for the dog and in the other my favourite chocolate.

[susiedqq]

Thank your for the dedication!
I enjoy your poetry.


May I suggest: ?

unaware of the traps life has set for them.