fredag 18 juni 2010

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From where the clouds reside
the world,
fields, rivers and cities
great and small alike,
pass by so fast.

The speed of wind.
The air pressed back by mighty wings.

From up where winds caress each other
the horizon is curved
and the earth is seen from a distance
like a map you never have use of.

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