It is at times like these I wish you people knew Swedish, for whilst I do not write many poems im my native tongue, this is one of those rare ones. I have however done my best to translate it, but alas, as it is with translation, it has lost something present in the original.
Beautiful the snow
World covering grace
Sweet is the air
lacking in hydrogen
Wonderful, that sun
warming the north
And in the by warming
all living creatures
Lively that spring
that never arives
Hindered by winter
it's jealous neighour
Fantastic is language
ever changing
Forever clashing (with
the) teenage monster
Whacky is life
hopeless and hopeful
A whisper from the Deity
that brought us to life
Unquenchable yearning
Memories of yesteryear
Leaves with us
experience
Dances and Playtime
bring us closer
the ancient we seek
and try to embrace
Us belongs the world
though slithery, stuborn
one that never gives up
to our benefit
motivating excitable
creating body
We are the same
We always have been
Our senses bound
at the side of our faith.
--- Alderach, 20/03/2006 ---
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