Slowly slowly whispering wind


Slowly slowly whispering wind
cradles serene, silent stillness.
Like Mose shrouded in braided
basket hidden in reed, we rest
in the lap of an unknown fate.


Sakta sakta vaggande vindrose, whiterose, white
Talande tigande tystnader
Som Moses i vassen, höljd
i en gräsflätad korg, gömd,
vilar vi i okänt ödes famn

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