February
Pouring rain splashed
Across the unusually green lake
Greeting cards became oblivious
To travellers in a foreign land
Which date is it
I have lost track
February
The only trace I get
Family and friends
Reunion and parades
Where is my heart
Going to stay
On this melancholy day
I pray it will soon end
Written by JerSki BjorkSen
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