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Idyll
Your voice and your steps fall
as soft as dew on my day of work.
Where I sit there is spring
in the air around me from your living warmth.
You blossom in my thought,
you blossom in my blood,
and I only wonder, that my happy hands
do not burst out into heavy roses.
Now the space of everyday envelops us two,
like a soothing faint haze.
Are you afraid of becoming a prisoner,
are you afraid of drowning in the greyness?
Do not be afraid:
in the week-day's innermost soul,
in the heart of life itself,
a deep, sacred day is burning
with tranquil humming flames.
~Author: Karin Boye ~
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