Storys, poems, songs

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This one is a translation of a verse from a danish song into atysian english... hope you´ll enjoy:


To soar up high like seed of spring
blooming into summer rose,
is but to wither for to die
if to give no fruit you choose.

But when the gentle power of
the ripening you learn from life,
beneath the faded leaf of flower
your amber heart still warmly shines.



A bottle of firewine to the one who names the original danish song