she had an Italian father
and a Greek sister

in her melancholic eyes
she goes on traveling,
her hair has the colour of autumn
birds are heading south,
and she stays here,
with us

she longs for a smile
that confirms her existence,
she doesn't mention the past,
she has the thoughts of a bird,
her feet are waiting
for a miracle

poem made by my partner and friend for life, Peter Seij