Frost on the window, I scratch a face on ice, <br />that looks like Marilyn Monroe. And the sun <br />has no power but lit her face, a golden goddess <br /> <br />she is; we see each other for hours before <br />she begins to fade, streaks of sorrow, but what <br />can I do, it’s high tide and my ship is about <br />to set sail for an unknown destination<br /><br />oskar hansen<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/farewell-marilyn/
