A memory from my youth - impossible to forget
In the still dewy grass,
I was searching you . . .
Wandering towards the mountain
where the Inland Ice
has been gnawing and polishing the surface
during thousands of years.
And there on a southerly slope
I found you . . .
Naked,
sunbathing in the morning sun.
And in your nudity . . .
Lovely like an Aphrodite
just born out of the foamy sea,
you reached out your arms
offering me your love . . .
And lowering down
Embracing each other
We sailed away . . .
On the wunderful
but Oh so fickle
ocean of Love.
Poetry by Carl O Andersson
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Written on 2007-04-01 at 18:46
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Remembrance
Barefoot,In the still dewy grass,
I was searching you . . .
Wandering towards the mountain
where the Inland Ice
has been gnawing and polishing the surface
during thousands of years.
And there on a southerly slope
I found you . . .
Naked,
sunbathing in the morning sun.
And in your nudity . . .
Lovely like an Aphrodite
just born out of the foamy sea,
you reached out your arms
offering me your love . . .
And lowering down
Embracing each other
We sailed away . . .
On the wunderful
but Oh so fickle
ocean of Love.
Poetry by Carl O Andersson
Read 691 times
Written on 2007-04-01 at 18:46
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