Et liv
En Sjæl
En skæbne
Forevigt forbundet med min
En tankes strejfen viser vej til forgange tider,
viser vej til barnlig uskyld.
Flygtig som den sidste sommersol,
der blidt kysser min pande, varmer mit sind.
Et kort sekund i en verden,
der kun eksisterer i mine minder.
Et liv, en sjæl, et skæbne,
foraltid i mine tanker.
Author's Notes/Comments:
The first poem in my native language, danish, I have ever written and my only one so far.
Translation (maybe too literally or maybe not.. I don't know but here goes):
A life
A soul
A Destiny
Forever connected with mine
A brief touch of a thougt shows the way to long lost times,
shows the way to childish innocence
Evanescent as the last summer sun,
which gently kisses my forehead, warms my mind
A brief second i a world
that only exists in my memories
A life, a soul, a destiny
forever in my mind
