SvenskaI have a confession to make. I have been scared of writing poetry. I never thought that I could compose a poem. I am too humble.
It is getting a little late, over midnight. I am just about to go to sleep. But I just got a strong feeling of writing a poem concentrate of my life.
Sparkling night.
Outside my window, high up in the sky, unreachable, the moon gives comfort.
I feel trust in heaven, endowed with stars. Bright and with beauty.
The stars are guides in life.
They give us direction. Advice. No compass in life needed.
A star represents a person. Rarity. Fragility. Sensitivity.
Romance.
Je t’embrasse,
Anna