No-one knew the way to it.
But: There it is!
No-one could speak of it or even know where it was. Like a lost word only your grandfather used to speak. But it was somewhere, sometimes, darkly glimmering in the evening even if no-one could remember.
No-one knew the way to her heart, he thought. Couldn't even tell if those clown's words were for me anyway. Behind them was always that dark glimmering space, somewhere, sometimes, not that you could tell.
It gets dark, difficult to see.
In there on the moss lie stones.
One of the stones is precious.
It can change everything
it can make the darkness shine...'
--Transtromer.
But: There it is!
No-one could speak of it or even know where it was. Like a lost word only your grandfather used to speak. But it was somewhere, sometimes, darkly glimmering in the evening even if no-one could remember.
No-one knew the way to her heart, he thought. Couldn't even tell if those clown's words were for me anyway. Behind them was always that dark glimmering space, somewhere, sometimes, not that you could tell.
It gets dark, difficult to see.
In there on the moss lie stones.
One of the stones is precious.
It can change everything
it can make the darkness shine...'
--Transtromer.
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