Dette er et afbræk fra min novelle, som jeg har besluttet, jeg skriver i en hel omgang her i juleferien!
Jeg har samlet nogle digte, som jeg har skrevet i denne kolde tid, og håber det falder i god jord. Jeg har skrevet dem på engelsk!
Jeg har samlet nogle digte, som jeg har skrevet i denne kolde tid, og håber det falder i god jord. Jeg har skrevet dem på engelsk!
Little snowflakes short destiny story
Snow falls from grace into the hands of a warm and beautiful woman.
Like lightning fireflies in the white night, it seeks her warm an beauty, but before it reaches her moonlight skin, it falls from grace into the deeps of the dark ocean.
Not noticing the melting effect of her warm and soft hands.
Death becomes the best friend of the little snowdrops in the ocean, when she twist her hands and makes a joke on the snowflakes destiny, witch she determins.
She knows, and the little snowflakes knows, but they light up the sky like diamond flakes the last second of their exsistens.
They live for disappering in the hand of her grace.
Little snowflakes come to me!
I know my hand is warm, but Ill do you no harm!
Lets dance the night away on the starcoverd blanket of the night.
Perhaps I see your face amoung the stars, before the sun shows it warm and round face in the horizont, and I know it was all just a dream of mine, to see you in the star coverd night.
