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Gabriela's avatar

I go down to the shore in the morning

and depending on the hour the waves

are rolling in or moving out,

and I say, oh, I am miserable,

what shall—

what should I do? And the sea says

in its lovely voice:

Excuse me, I have work to do.

Love this Mary Oliver´s poem, so simple

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Britta Hermansson's avatar

Simplicity, oh yes!

A poem this sunday from Tomas Tranströmer:

Deep in the forest

there’s an unexpected clearing

which can be reached

only by someone who

has lost his way

With a lot of LOVE

Britta

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