Wander in primeval forest, through swamps and over meadows 

Living of reed root, lingo berries and blueberries

Tasting the smell of wet moss and resin 

Carry me to the glimmering lights from the ponds 

where the bed beside is laid spruce twigs in a glade

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Gave a handshake to the dew 
when the hearts storms are over-won
Dipped cleansed from the poverty need 
and finding me rested by the trees 

I shall make snow here 
Wrap myself in soft moss 
Climb inside the faded flowers 
underneath ill-painted dark skies 

Molts of cold 
Mist rests 

Breaking sleep 
away

Inside this wait
the inner life-achievement is done 

Learning to live 
again