"This"
"This"
The great unknown timeless moment
beyond all stories and worries
in which love flourishes naturally
"Here"
imagined boundaries are nowhere to be found
and neither a separate I-entity that could be bound
With silent not-knowing
and no grasping
what can neither be told
nor be old
freshly
sings
Poetry by Nils Teodor

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Written on 2013-02-26 at 12:28




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