hen the dew starts falling at dawn,
you should rise with grace like a swan.
Be mindful of the path you're on,
give it heart to rely upon.
Then your life shall be sweetly drawn,
your soul will sing, your sorrow gone.
- Jón Hallsson
I want to find beauty, and bring it to you in a poem.
Although I know, I wouldn't have to look, if you only could see, that it lives in my heart.