On wings inaudible and delicate
happiness flew to my heart like a bird,
so that the pain from which I crept away
is now nothing but a lifeless word.
For you I yearned, now breathing close,
your pulse throbs in my every vein.
For a moment shining like a morning dream
I, timid, am invulnerable again.
INVULNERABLE
by Saima Harmaja
30.7.1935
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