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Jeg har  helt glemt ut foto-spalten min her inne. Derfor blir det en liten “throwback” i dag, til da jeg tok Elise med ut i skogen.

This is what I believe: That I am I. That my soul is a dark forest. That my known self will never be more than a little clearing in the forest. That gods, strange gods, come forth from the forest into the clearing of my known self, and then go back. That I must have the courage to let them come and go. That I will never let mankind put anything over me, but that I will try always to recognize and submit to the gods in me and the gods in other men and women. There is my creed.

D.H. Lawrence (britisk poet) ☩

@Dikt @Foto

A fairy and her grief


She flies from flower to flower
feeding from it’s power.
Leaves with tears in her eyes
cause she knows each flower dies.

But this is her dance
this is her song.
Her grief over dead flowers
will never be gone.

– personlig dikt