Today I'm old like
the Svecofennian mountains,
eroded to my roots,
listening to the gravel
under my feet muttering
our shared memories,
to the light whispering
of those long gone moments
at the edge of remembering;
eroded to my roots,
all my sky-reaching youth
carried off in the torrents
of the swiftly rushing time;
today I am as old
as the mountains that were;
embedded to the landscape,
soon out of sight
as the years smooth
the fallen peaks of my years.
15.09.2023
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