Norwegian Version of this poem

Shelter

You see me standing there
I feel your eyes on my soul
You wonder why I am cold
and wet when there’s shelter near by
You’re interferring with the rain!
As you try to reach me with your warmth
There’s more than glass between us
and I am shivering on the other side.
I wonder do you feel the temptation reach me?
I’m hanging by one hand from a quivering cliff
how easy would it be to just let go?
Why does the rain fall warm down my cheeks?
What do you expect?
Should I face  you and force you to your knees
with my look?
There’s nothing you can do from there
the rain’s my shelter
so leave me with my thoughts

1998 © Ingvild Gregersen

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