The Unfairness Of Angels
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As I travel through the Nordic wilderness

Past red and white painted cottages

People living in solitude

like me alone on this train

Past the withered old fingertips

of white birch trees

Reaching up to the heavens

Passing paper messages

To you

I glide through pine forests

Standing like soldiers of nature

Guarding my memories of you

Lakes of purity occupy

the most beautiful of backdrops

Filled with a million tears

I miss you

The freshness of the air engulf me

And I breathe onto the window

Placing my hand to form a lasting print

As yours appears and holds mine

I love you

The pre-recorded voice on the train

Breaks the moment

"Next Stop KajaanI"

As the hand prints fade

The Forest opens up

Like natures embrace

That feels like eternity

I'll see you soon…

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