Tänkte dela med mig av en diktsnutt som jag skrev på matten förut:

We stood there for a while, locked in an embrace, feeling each , the sunlight,
the rustle of the leaves at our feet
Then without à word,
we broke apart and you headed to face your destiny
And suddenly everything was still,
everything but some courageous dust
that was torn up
by the draft of your presence.