Elisabeth Karlberg Poems

The wind of silence has become a wind of violence
Guns for war, guns for ones own protection
For some satisfaction, for others lack of affection
Children playing Russian roulette with their feet
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Mother Earth, give me your comfort from the birth
let my heart, in this world, be something worth
I want to feel the loving waves in my blood
from murmuring rill to roaring flood
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Gently you put me with your loving wings
within your warm heart, where turtle doves always sing
you built my nest in a secret oak tree
a nest so free, made of passion and flowers of eternity
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