AS ONE.


LET ME SEARCH FOR FOUR-LEAF CLOVERS

Let me be in all the days
where wild strawberries are attached to straw,
where lilies of the valley gleam white in the glades
and my chanterelles glow yellow from the groves

Let me search for four-leaf clovers 
Let me gladly drown the sorrow
and become the real in me
Let me inoculate a leaf on a three-leaf clover

Let me create four-leaf clovers!

LET ME!


Remaining here was this heart
in its anciently dormant well
to retrieve, 
open and carry

Raising myself

Letting me newkiss the wetlands’ sun-warmed cloudberries
in the wilderness where the deer’s dances nightly with elks
while these stars in this night are set guard over the sparks
and the rowan berries solemnly sail across the forest lakes

Raising myself

It takes a while

before the veils bend down



Gone


are dusted membranes





Poetry by 1 SIGFRIDSSON
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Written on 2023-09-27 at 09:01

Tags Life  Nature  Revenge 

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