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Poem

Ingrid Storholmen

06. The rhythm of the morning heart

The rhythm of the morning heart
against a hand
you didn’t wake from this

put me down there
so I can imagine the city alone

We delay the time
I wait by your side in the water
what is left of the night then
I should have left it a long time ago


until love
is able to touch
us
who cannot be touched

06. The rhythm of the morning heart

Morgenhjertets rytme
mot en hånd
dette våknet du ikke av

sett meg fra deg der
så jeg kan forestille meg byen alene

Vi forsinker tiden
jeg venter ved din side i vannet
hva er igjen av natten da
for lenge siden burde jeg forlatt den


inntil kjærligheten
makter røre
ved oss
som ikke kan røres
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06. The rhythm of the morning heart

The rhythm of the morning heart
against a hand
you didn’t wake from this

put me down there
so I can imagine the city alone

We delay the time
I wait by your side in the water
what is left of the night then
I should have left it a long time ago


until love
is able to touch
us
who cannot be touched

06. The rhythm of the morning heart

The rhythm of the morning heart
against a hand
you didn’t wake from this

put me down there
so I can imagine the city alone

We delay the time
I wait by your side in the water
what is left of the night then
I should have left it a long time ago


until love
is able to touch
us
who cannot be touched
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