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Iida Kutvonens - The Poetry Shelter

" Give me new Phoenix wings to fly at my Desire " John Keats
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Iida Kutvonens

Guest Poems
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A tree little, blue,

standing on a hill

and is lonely.

It wants to go away

of this world,

of the harbor of sorrow and grief.

But doomed it is to stand

lonely on the hill.


Eternally and forever.


© 1997 Iida Kutvonen
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