O I am there on
like a fire,
blossom that's never done
in its desire;
life just moves and flows
in to its direction,
a life is a stream that goes
by a selection.
So full of nature beauty
all on its own,
freedom and always free
not to all shown;
but time is in its sight
flowing endlessly on,
northern shivering light
never to nowhere gone.
O I am in a dream
of the endless going,
flowing on like a stream
and from the timeless glowing;
yesterday is still here
in its sight and view,
a dream landcape everywhere
just for the timeless few.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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