Where are we going . . .
I am welcoming you . . .
. . . the southern wind
cleans my soul
and my skin is . . .
shouting out loud!
"Here comes the sun . . ."
It is a warm day
the grass is green and
there is birds singing on a
bright blue Ocean sky
The
flight of the
Golden Eagle
high above
the lakes and
the valleys
The
long walk of the
Reindeer to the
northern territories
"freedom is just . . .
another word for"
-something we don't
want to lose!
And . . .
we can't see any ending
of the war, no ending of
diseases, no ending . . .
at all!
- Where are you going
sweet soul of mine?
- Where shall you rest
my tired body?
-Don't worry . . .
- I have a little garden
deep inside of me . . .
- there is a little waterfall
that cleans and sets me free
- I have a little garden and
in my hearts garden . . .
I will always be free!
Poetry by Dan Cederholm
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Written on 2008-05-02 at 09:30
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