(1989)


A walk on the beach


I walked on the beach
I was rich in calmness
I looked at all the shells
and I said to my self

If I'd be looking for any one shell
am I no then bound to be blind
to the beauty of all the other shells?

And if I open my eyes to all the beauty
will I hence not find
the one which I am meant to find?

Will it not open and show me its' pearl?





Poetry by Mikael Lövkvist
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Written on 2007-03-31 at 00:26

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