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She is your Oz and I’m your Kansas. (inspired by the book “The Darkest Secret” Alex Marwood) 

She’s a pretty silver dress 

and I’m a dark wool jacket 

To keep you warm. 

She’s a violin 

and I’m a raspy tired voice 

You never listen. 

She is that funny laughing child 

and I’m old window  

in the cold and sloppy kitchen, 

Gray cloud, 

forgotten horn of dreams, 

The needy hand 

who always waving at you

And hoping you’ll wave back. 

Her smell is pleasure. 


The rot of ashes, 

A slaughterhouse with dying corners

Or the sunrise without the sky. 

The ocean that never breaks the waves. 

The joyless daylight

The fever for your happy Christmas. 

I see it in your eyes

Inside of each your atom. 

Don’t lie 

I know. I’m running out of time. Time waits for no one. 

But let me tell you: 

sometimes I feel the presence of the 

goddess inside of me. 

The living air, blue sky 

Sweet sound of harmony, 

Awakening and singing…

And then again – 

I see Her in your eyes: 

She is your Oz and I am only Kansas. 


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Living in Sweden. Awesome. Happy. Ayurvedic food. Healthy lifestyle. Dogs. Literature. Painting. Meditation/Yoga. I love my life.
"It does not matter how long you are spending on the earth, how much money you have gathered or how much attention you have received. It is the amount of positive vibration you have radiated in life that matters" A. Ray

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