Under månen ylar den, en stjärnklar natt.
Dess sång vinden bär över de högsta bergen, till förfädernas salar.
Den springer över vida stäpper, branta berg, skogskläda marker.
Den är vargen, den vandrade bredvid våra förfäder.
Den vandrar inte längre bredvid oss.
copyright:Olivia Gustafsson
söndag, december 13, 2009
torsdag, december 03, 2009
Love
Love is not when a person love your best sides.
It's not when he accept everything you do.
It's not when you ignore the ugly sides of him.
It's when you know what a person have done and can still love him for it.
It's when he lights your day up when you can just fall down and disappear in your misery.
It's when he stand by your sid in pain and sorrow.
When he stand there and never leaves your side.
copyright: Olivia Gustafsson
It's not when he accept everything you do.
It's not when you ignore the ugly sides of him.
It's when you know what a person have done and can still love him for it.
It's when he lights your day up when you can just fall down and disappear in your misery.
It's when he stand by your sid in pain and sorrow.
When he stand there and never leaves your side.
copyright: Olivia Gustafsson
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