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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.
Thank your for the dedication!
I enjoy your poetry.
May I suggest: ?
unaware of the traps life has set for them.