I just had to ;) I'm didn't check the spelling, sorry
It's about the 22th of june.
And it's absoluty lovely.
Happy people dancing around the midsummer pole, singing songs and laughing.
You run around bare foot in the grass and pick flowers to make a wreath, a flowery crown on our head.
I love to feel the breeze that brings all the smell of the summer night. To hear the cricket sing in the bright night sky. You know, I doesn't really get dark when it's summer in sweden.
'smiles'
and after the dance you sit down by a long table, and eat new picked potato, herring, meatballs, small sausages and most inportant; the strawberrys whit wiped cream. No midsummer without it.
The laughters gets louder after a wile, the drams don't get by unnoticable. The the sweet scent of flowers mingles whit the songs, creating a lovable night.
Oh, I'm longing...
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Written on 2007-03-03 at 22:56
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Midsummer dream.
If I had to chose a holiday, just one. I would chose the swedish holiday; Midsommar (=Midsummer Day)It's about the 22th of june.
And it's absoluty lovely.
Happy people dancing around the midsummer pole, singing songs and laughing.
You run around bare foot in the grass and pick flowers to make a wreath, a flowery crown on our head.
I love to feel the breeze that brings all the smell of the summer night. To hear the cricket sing in the bright night sky. You know, I doesn't really get dark when it's summer in sweden.
'smiles'
and after the dance you sit down by a long table, and eat new picked potato, herring, meatballs, small sausages and most inportant; the strawberrys whit wiped cream. No midsummer without it.
The laughters gets louder after a wile, the drams don't get by unnoticable. The the sweet scent of flowers mingles whit the songs, creating a lovable night.
Oh, I'm longing...
Poetry by Sofia
Read 510 times
Written on 2007-03-03 at 22:56
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