Poetry
~ By Aasa
An own silence arrives
when my soul has been breaking
the waves.
A drop of dew in my heart
An unopened letter
The smell in the air before a rainstorm
The answer without a question
...
To not seek is to find
To not ask is to know
To not want is to have
Surrender everything and find it all
...
Longing
without wings
without escape
without eyes
Longing
without a face, a direction
silently, with no words
still deeper than the soul
reaching for
the unspoken
and
unknown
...
lengsel
uten vinger
uten flukt
uten øyne
lengsel alene
uten ansikt
men bare etter noe
jeg aldri vet hva er
...
Nå er fjorden speilblank og åpner tanken min
med et bløtt og brutalt risp
mot hjertet.
Jeg ser deg
stå der og vente.
Med alt jeg noensinne har ønsket meg.
Hva er jeg redd for?
~ By Aasa
An own silence arrives
when my soul has been breaking
the waves.
A drop of dew in my heart
An unopened letter
The smell in the air before a rainstorm
The answer without a question
...
To not seek is to find
To not ask is to know
To not want is to have
Surrender everything and find it all
...
Longing
without wings
without escape
without eyes
Longing
without a face, a direction
silently, with no words
still deeper than the soul
reaching for
the unspoken
and
unknown
...
lengsel
uten vinger
uten flukt
uten øyne
lengsel alene
uten ansikt
men bare etter noe
jeg aldri vet hva er
...
Nå er fjorden speilblank og åpner tanken min
med et bløtt og brutalt risp
mot hjertet.
Jeg ser deg
stå der og vente.
Med alt jeg noensinne har ønsket meg.
Hva er jeg redd for?
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