07 október 2007

A poem from a dream

The glacier has melted
the river is growing
and dangerous to cross the bridge

except with poetry.

*
kl.

4 ummæli:

  1. Kristín Bjarnadóttir8:35 e.h.

    fullkomið
    xxx k

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  2. Nafnlaus11:23 e.h.

    takk saeta, saeta, menn ad tala saman a svolunum, mig langar ad segja eitt saett i einu brefi en thori thvi ekki, start thinking, og petur brukk a morgun.

    and me with my lion.

    lovelovelove,

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  3. Nafnlaus11:24 e.h.

    elisabet meina eg, las lika bloggid thitt, storkostlegt, man ekki hvort eg kommentaradi.

    still the same elisabet with the still the same lion

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  4. Kristín Bjarnadóttir7:03 e.h.

    thanx!Flower. but there are still cero komment on my weblog.

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