AS ONE.
Living on reed root, lingo berries and blueberries
Tasting the smell of wet moss and resin
Carry me to glimmering lights from the pond mirrors
where the bed beside here is laid spruce twigs in a glade
Handed a handshake to the dew
when the hearts storms were overcome
Casted cleansed from the poverty need
to find myself rested near the trees
I shall make snow here
Wrap myself in soft moss
Climb inside the faded flowers
underneath ill-painted dark skies
Molts of cold
Mist rests
Breaking sleep
off
Inside this waiting
the inner life-achievement is done
Learning to live
Again
Poetry by 1 SIGFRIDSSON
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Written on 2023-09-21 at 17:44
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GOTSALA
Wandering primeval forest, through swamps and over meadowsLiving on reed root, lingo berries and blueberries
Tasting the smell of wet moss and resin
Carry me to glimmering lights from the pond mirrors
where the bed beside here is laid spruce twigs in a glade
Handed a handshake to the dew
when the hearts storms were overcome
Casted cleansed from the poverty need
to find myself rested near the trees
I shall make snow here
Wrap myself in soft moss
Climb inside the faded flowers
underneath ill-painted dark skies
Molts of cold
Mist rests
Breaking sleep
off
Inside this waiting
the inner life-achievement is done
Learning to live
Again
Poetry by 1 SIGFRIDSSON
Read 183 times
Written on 2023-09-21 at 17:44
Tags Gotsala Midgard Life
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