© Nanne Nyander - Poems and Paintings
I’m the wind,
kissing your face.
Catch me if you can.
-Nanne Nyander
There is no end to this.
Either there are tiny, tiny endings all the time,
or there is no beginning and no end.
Nothing ends, it just continues in a different form.
Every human being continues in a different form.
Every thought continues in a different form.
Everything continues,
without starting or ending.
Everything continues.
-Nanne Nyander
In memory of Brandon Kralik
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