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She is sitting in the forest

The white silken dirt is all around her

 
She is sitting in the forest

Longingenveloped

 

With the mantle of snow around her shoulders

The red beadwork glimmer

 

Snowfire's burning twinklelights

Searching for her shut eyes

 

Of the handlight she is dreaming

 

 

Exist it did not

does not

 

 

yet

 

she's lifting her hands

her palms are meeting...

 

hands

enwraps the warmth to eachother

 

she is whispering

my heart indwell

 

 

she feels the embrace around her

the arm around her shoulders

 

paceequilibrium

balance

pacerhythm

 

she stops

turns to

 

caress her nonface

 

she shakes herself

remembers reality

 

again descends down

places her hand against her own cheek

shivering

slowly

until

ice

 

 

sometimes

they see her twinklelight dancing among the trees

 

the winds, her life they sing ; she did not have the strength to go on

 

(Själsöga 18/01/09)

LPWJ eng version 09/02/10