Poem to Pólland

 

The people are kind 

sweet dreams 

 

 

I sit here 

thinking

of you

 

In polish

 

The wood is laughing 

to the wind

that laughs

back 

 

 

And whispers

on a bird language

from tree

to tree 

 

 

I just sit

and love

to sit

 

In the sun

listening

to the trees 

 

 

To the talking

trees!! 

 

 

                     Vilborg Traustadóttir

Athugasemdir

[Herdís Sigurjónsdóttir, 27.5.2008 kl. 14:33]

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