To unlove



To unlove is very strange,
Remembering those little things,
Like an untold lie,
Like an unheard cry.
Struggling to say goodbye . . .
I really don't know why.
 
Þrándur
1931 - ...


Ljóð eftir Þránd Thoroddsen

Hæka
Things unknown
To unlove
Forgotten love
For better or worse