"vacker" poems
Having qualities that give great satisfaction,
delighting the senses,
Or the mind.
Some would say,
It must be extravagant.
Boisterous in elegance.
Splendid
From end to end.
Some would argue,
It just has to impress.
Dressed in beauty.
With a crown
Of untold significance.
Where truly do you find magnificence?
Does it hide in museums?
Kept under scrutinizing watch?
Available to those
Who choose to pay the toll?
What ever happened to the eye of the beholder?
The realm where beauty once resided.
Where everything stood a chance
To be received with awe.
A cloud.
A crack.
A wall.
In fact.
Everything has beauty.
Even...
Light.
Feb 23, 2013
Feb 23, 2013 at 12:29 PM UTC
Du är lika vacker som en morgonsol
Din ikea-blåa hud,
dina rosenröda kinder i januarikylan.
Ditt leende när du ser mig,
dina blickar som du ger mig.
De besegrar mig.
Jag älskar dig.
Jan 21, 2022
Jan 21, 2022 at 5:40 PM UTC