Paradise
Where rivers freeley flows, and birds are singing
the heat from the sun, that's bringing
Where the grass is green and soft beneath my feet
Where I can listen to the natures heartbeat
Where the fragrance of sparkeling flowers
gives my sin warmness and embrace
Where someone takes my hand
to walk with me in that place
Poetry by Malin Johansson
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Written on 2006-06-29 at 23:00
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