floating beneath
wild waves
holding my air
and hoping there is enough
to last me
until the storm is through.
sorrow
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the best things are the little things
floating beneath
wild waves
holding my air
and hoping there is enough
to last me
until the storm is through.
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er du OK?
Hvad forgar der?
Hvad er galt?
Oi rakas Lisa, hvad kan jeg gore?
Det her lyder alvorligt!
en dejlig digt, godt nok, du er so dygtig!
love ma’aa – mormor