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-Wave dance -
Do you see the waves
as they caress the shore?
The waves are the sea's soul
The wind is hope in life
Dancing through the meadows
it came down to the sea and
grabbed it hard and wild
Eyes love to watch
the caressing, gentle waves
the storms, wild waves
dancing up against the beach
forever and ever after
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-when she is caring for a flower-
when she is caring for a flower
she caresses it with her love
watering it with his joy
the withering live
when she was caring for a flower
she loves its beautiful leaves
she sees its pure soul
when she is caring for a flower
it is as if to heal a wounded heart
as if she kisses away
the world's pain
when she was caring for a flower
she loves the world.
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THIS POEM IN SWEDISH *
-Havet om våren-
Lyckans blomma
är den vackraste
av alla blommor som du skänkte
Jag känner mig så vacker
som sanningen
Jag känner mig så stark
som det starkaste repet
Jag är lycklig
som den friaste fågel
ty jag såg havet glittra
likt ljusaste kristall
i den underbara ,underbara
morgonrodnaden
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The sea of spring -
happyness flower
is the most beautiful
of all the flowers that you gave
I feel so beautiful
that truth
I feel so strong
as the strongest rope
I am happy
as the freest bird
for I saw the sea glitter
like the brightest crystal
in the wonderful, wonderful
mornings blush
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(See the dawn has given birth to its tomorrow )
See the dawn has given birth to its tomorrow
where in the palpitating seconds
see the rain dance
of the leaves cheeks
see the moon lights up the joy
see words land
against the window of heart
feel the wind caressing hand concerns
beautiful migratory
in mist kisses
beautiful touched of the mornings
blushing cheek
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(MIRACLE OF LIFE)
I describe you
mirror blank lake
a quiet morning redness
against a leaf
as the sun dries the tears
from dew eye
I describe you
A flowers fragility
a fragile butterflies wings
I describe you
a silent seconds of tenderness
when the morning
kissed the night goodbye
when the days were born
from a stationary horizon.
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written by Ingrid 6/9 2009
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