Henrik Berg

A pen behind your ear
Does not make you a poet
But it's good to have if
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Ack, du vackra höst.
Vad ger dig rätten,
Att bringa frost och kyla?
Förgör vår värld av värme
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Can't one care for something,
That carries not the will to be cared
For. What law prevents a feeling
To be felt, if it once dared
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I wrote you three letters by nightfall,
I wrote - with no pen in hand,
I wrote them where no one would see them,
On the shoreline, in darkness, in sand.
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Apples are good for you
Apples are sweet
Apples can be sour
But apples are neat
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People slip in to our lives in peculiar ways
One minute a stranger on the street,
One day a necessity to breathe.
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I follow, but I'm not a follower.
I see the path, winding ever onward,
Over stream, stone and shrub,
And I walk it, unflinching, almost devout.
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Känslan av förälskelse
Den som gör sig påminnd när man ser något vackert
Finner jag i dig.
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Post
Post
Lamp post,
Shining outside the Post office.
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Those feelings i thought
I'd never feel again
But then
Back again
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One day I will
Grow wings and fly to you.
Lift you to the skies
Where the sun shines true.
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I don't know what we're doing,
But I still feel your warmth on my pillow.
-And I like that
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Lying in the grass at the end of a dream,
Resting my weary head on your knee.
The warmth from the summers sunny gleam,
Can not compare with the heat, in me.
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Why can't my eyes from your cheer image sway
When the sight brings me naught but hollow pain.
For, to see is to dream we were again,
And make reason, logic, like leaves decay.
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It's first day of summers break,
Not decided what to make
Of all this time.
Just sit n' rhyme?
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I dreamt a kiss
One that never was
I dreamt a kiss
One that will never be
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Jag har drömmar
Vackra drömma
Vissa stora
Några små
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I dont'tknow why I miss Her
-so much. so sudden.
Maybe she was my anchor,
when I needed to set sail
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To you who couldn't take a no
I ask, no more fighting.
To you who needed me to stand,
I will offer you a hand.
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There is great mystery
Hidden in a silent mans frown.
Deep thought
Leaning back on a park bench
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