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Udgivet d. 21. september 2003

Digt af

Pia Hersom



Near the Door

Near the door
He paused to stand
As he took his glass ring
Of her hand
All who were watching
Did not speak
As a silent tear
Ran down his cheek
And through his mind
The memories ran
Of the moment
They walked along the beach
Hand in hand
But now her eyes
Were so terribly cold
For he would never again
Have her to hold
They watched in silence
As he bent near
And whispered the words
In her ear
He touched her face
And started to cry
As he put on his ring
And wanted to die
And just then
The wind began to blow
As they lowered her casket
Into the snow…

This is what happens
To a man alive
When friend let friends
Drink and drive…



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