I was out in my garden this morning, mourning the Geraniums the pink petals has turned greyish-orange and
the wind was whispering
about fall and
changeless changes and
falling.
This night I had a dream
when dawn came and aroused me
the dream wouldn´t go away.
The dream still hurts in my body and
fragments of it is whispering
about fall and
changeless changes and
falling.
I am unable
to read the dream as it is a dream
but
I am able
to read the wind as it is a wind.
A wind of fall
dreaming a dream
about falling.
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hanna
du är poesi!
så vackert så vackert.
söta sara.
beautiful words.
i too am a little sad a bout fall and the coming winter, but i am starting to feel the retreat inside of my house and in myself and i kind of like that feeling. it is full of excitement. During late fall and winter I just want to read and draw and think and be cozy.
n for your comments Hanna, they mean so much to me.
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