keskiviikko 4. heinäkuuta 2018

RIDER

Katri Vala(1901-1944)

Today a rider went past my hut,
like white flame was his horse.
He looked at me with black eyes,
they were like a forest at night,
that burns.

I broke my best vase today,
I cried it bitterly.

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