Jöns Sigmundr

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Where are you

Совместимо-исправимые пробелы.

Blunt Blade.
          
          All we see
          Is all we get
          Cast away
          Into the sea 
          Of dark regret
          
          Slicing through 
          The flesh of mind 
          Our fabric of existence 
          Who knows, who
          I can't seem to find
          
          Forget the pain 
          The sharpness of your sword 
          For all it slices
          Is never in gain 
          Of a sharper word
          
          Forget all ideal
          And drown your sin
          They never lose
          Against what you feel 
          Against what you win
          
          Forget the promises you can't afford
          And go start looking for a sharper sword.
          
           -a little spontaneous poem I wrote. Criticism would be greatly appreciated.

Он верил в мир и здравый смысл, 
          В себя, в людей, в любовь, в науку. 
          Но кто-то Кафку положил
          В его протянутую руку. 
          - hilarious little poem I found on Adme.ru. 

Hey, just quickly throwing it out there to you guys and gals on my profile : if you see any spelling or grammar mistakes please inform me about it. I'd appreciate it. Big thanks~

She Who Seeks. 
             Once there was a woman, 
          Who wanted the universe. 
          Yet she found her existence
          Too small to comprehend. 
          So she accused the humans
          Of blissful incompetence. 
          And with rock-hard resistance, 
          Denial of no end. 
          That woman she is gone now. 
          Somewhere far from here. 
          I hope she found her happiness. 
          In her huge world of fear. 
          -Jöns Sigmundr. 
          
          

The feeling of seeing snow slowly fall off pine tree branches and softly land on pikes of ice and frosted ground is one of the most serene and beautiful experiences in the world.