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Mattias Kroon Poem
Please, write a letter to me.Describe your feelings.
What do you think about, a time like this?
Write down your heartache, and write down your songs.
You first travelled to Paris, and then to Nice.
When you arrived at the Rivieran, you kissed the seashore for me.
I´m dreaming of dancing the flamenco with you, in Spain.
I would like to kiss you in Barcelona, and the sculptures would watch.
They would like to get us married, but you´ve still got your pain.
Once in Nice, but now in Venice, and probably hidden in a gondola.
Is that the place, where your dreams will become true?
Is that the town of arts, which will change your visions?
Venice by the waters, but are your paintings gonna be few?
And finally, in Greece, you felt the warm breeze.
You walked in the old footsteps of ancient poets.
You, the Queen of poetesses, who always are rhyming by Athens.
She, the Princess of Beauty, who has caught me into her nets.
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Snowflake in winter
showing stillness and kindness
forgotten at spring.
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Snowcastle is strong
emotion of winterland
New clothes on the trees.
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It was this little squirrel, running fast in real forest.
The moose isn´t fast in its movements, but has
got time for considerations.Different in size, in nature,
but they still has got respect for each other.
The small shop looks even smaller, when it lies besides
a scyscraper.But the owner to the shop is a happy man,
who´s known for his strong relations, yet despised by the bad one.
Forever he will be a sign to his time, forever standing in the sun.
The Midget walks proudly on the street, facing his challenge.
He´s meeting the Giant this day, on a battlefield of wisdom.
Who will be the winner?, who will put the words, in the right mouths?
The Midget already runs like the squirrel, he has found his trace.
A little thought of wisdom, is raising against the big vanity in time.
The struggle has never been fair, but always been won,
of this wisdom of ages, never buried in the noise.
To make up your own mind, has to be your most important choice.
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She is burning now.
The so-called witch, innocent.
They thought, they were right.
Who´s to blame, when she is gone?
She raised her head to heaven.
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A man is sleeping in a bed
Sleeping , when he should be awake
Evolving a body in coldness, when he wakes up
Emotions of a curious mind
Kind thoughts of a distant happiness
Ears stretching to the childrens laughing outside
Rules of eternity struggles with his lonely mind
Sanity´s sanctuary is the longing of his heart
Swimming in oceans of philosofies
Embracing the Hope, when he´s looking at the sky
Enough faith to let the hope grow
Killing old selfpity of the past
Irresistable in his affection on humble hearts
Nagging novice noise is far away
Glad, when he finally found the right ways at last
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