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Höststund

20 minuter av frihet känns det

den härliga, kyliga brisen är renande.

Små fåglar delar glädjen av en ny dag.

Solen småtittar genom träden som släpper

små löv som liknar snö.

Trädens vaggnade och vinden påminner mig

om havet. Det känns fridsamt,

Jag vill stanna kvar.

 

10 minuter kvar av frisk vind som blåser

genom mig, känns helande. Alla tankar

försvinner.

Jag vill stanna kvar.

 

5 minuter kvar av otrolig harmoni av

öppet sinne for skönhet och inget annat.

Av känslor som flödar genom mig, av att

vara en del av det hela, av att vara

älskad och uppleva detta med all sinnen öppna.

 

Tiden är ute men jag vill stanna kvar. Nostalgi

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Written by
ewelina-nowakowska
F / Polish
Published
May 16, 2011
Lines·Words
18·113
Notes

“A Fall Moment”

 

20 minutes of freedom it feels

the wonderful chilly breeze feels cleansing.

Small birds share the joy of a new day.

The sun peeps through the trees that let go

of small leaves that  remind me of snow.

The waddling of the trees and the wind reminds me

of the ocean. It feels peaceful,

I want to remain here

 

10 minutes of fresh wind that blows

through me, feels mending. All thoughts

disappear.

I want to remain here

 

5 minutes left of unimaginable harmony of

an open mind for beauty and nothing else.

Of feelings that flow through me, to be

a part of the whole, to be

loved and experience it with all senses open.

 

Time is up but I want to remain here. Nostalgia

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