At nightI sneak out the door
dressed in pyjamas
I pretend
that our district is a forest
and the people are roe-deers.
I pretend
the non-existence of society
I´m the city slicker rebel
at least
I pretend.
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härligt att vara rebell!
Love this... there is little in life that compares to venturing outside at night in pjs. This poem captures that feeling beautifully.
I'm enthralled as always with your words and photos Hanna-thank you for sharing with us all :)
Lovely words and photo. And, good grief, I love, love, love your new banner photo! So very rebellious! :-) Blessings on your weekend, Hanna!
I go out in PJs often -- to close up my hens in their coop for the night, or let them out early in the morning -- and it is lovely. But it's not the same as your lovely poem, since there's risk of being seen, except maybe by some real deer :-)
Your words are beautiful.
Sorry about the deletion... I am having trouble reading the instructions, ha ha!
Lovely poem. I love the night sounds.
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