Moonleaves

I am here,
but my body is not.
Spring is here.
Everything is green, light-green.
I can see spring is here,
but I can´t feel it.
My body covered
with dark-green moonleaves,
longing for the soil
that once was mine.

I am here,
but my life is not with me.

poem by Pia Andersson
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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