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Georgiai'm a heathen searching for his soulBernd2023-01-06 16:06:57 · 3yNo. 247781reply
Fire and magic of the north - flames, cold as the land
Look how wildly the hair of the body blows in the wind
rough furs cover the half-frozen body
With difficulty they move with powerless steps
Through a cold and misanthropic land
Under the great arch - sound the tribe's drums and song
Fire and magic of the north - guide and lead the lonely man
Fires in the sky are fires in my blood
The powers of the spirits of heaven are stronger than death
Inspired and possessed by the glow of the north
I defy the barren, yet beloved land
GeorgiaBernd2023-01-06 16:15:43 · 3yNo. 247782reply
My father taught me that there must be life in everything that moves.
In the sea, in the wind, in the moon and the sun. Even the stars seem to be soulful.
My eyes are blue, the sky is blue, even the sea seems blue to me.
I feel connected to them, yes, our soul mate warms my heart.
I think I must show them my gratitude for their friendship to me.
I will place large stones, as high as I can,
so big that they won't miss it.
Because I am only a small human being,
who only a little warmth of life separates from the greedy ice.
Only a small man who does not want to anger his gods.
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