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|  | | For an Hour, We Lived from Flowers (Hard-Cover)
Inspired by poets from around the world, Owi Nandi creates a beautiful mixture of poems for all ages. For An Hour, We Lived From Flowers highlights the uniqueness of God’s creatures in nature. Full of human emotion, Nandi’s lyrical verse expresses the beauty of friendship, nature, and faith in a timeless manner guaranteed to speak to your soul.
Deceased father in the dream of a dream
In the dream, he once more ascended
the mountain ridges with his father,
over the meads, where the marmots
no longer squeaked,
through furrows and trenches
and incisions
and by higher rock towers,
where the chamois droppings
lay scattered at their feet.
With his deceased father,
he once more climbed up
by the roaring brooks,
scoured the dense alpine shrubs,
where one could not gather berries any longer,
to a peak, where the choughs
screeched so penetratingly, in the summer,
and | |  | | For an Hour, We Lived from Flowers (Paperback)
The incomparable beauty of friendship, nature and faith comes to brilliant life in Owi Nandi’s For An Hour, We Lived From Flowers. His lyrical poetry expresses the uniqueness of all God’s creatures in nature, showcasing a strong spiritual element full of human emotion. Nandi’s philosophical depth is rarely found in other works, and will touch all who experience his words.
Deceased father in the dream of a dream
In the dream, he once more ascended
the mountain ridges with his father,
over the meads, where the marmots
no longer squeaked,
through furrows and trenches
and incisions
and by higher rock towers,
where the chamois droppings
lay scattered at their feet.
With his deceased father,
he once more climbed up
by the roaring brooks,
scoured the dense alpine shrubs,
where one could not gather berries any longer,
to a peak, where the choughs
screeched so penetratingly, in the summer,
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