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The flower
a mistenshrouded loveliness

clouds flying ruggedly over the home coastline
birds sounding meagerly over the viking's ridge
both awaiting the food of the sun
the thirst of the rain

The blossom
blooms of mythenshrouded tales

what would the world be without all the sugarsweet scorn therein
what would a child become without the lovestruggles of generations
both devouring the hatred of failure to none
but victory's solace gain

The canopy
in the webenshrouded meadows

If the evening sometimes seems dull
I can write in any verse, on any theme, of any role
even if all in the evening is well
in both events it's what the introvert's done
in the extrovert's name

(svenskt original 9-11 Sep 2014)

L Patrik W Johansson english version 26 Sep 2014

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