I am a forest, and a night of dark trees: but he who is not afraid of my darkness, will find banks full of roses under my cypresses.
–Friederich Nietzsche
I am a cloud, and a siege of tornadoes: but he who is not afraid of my swirl, will find banks of rainbows beneath my grey.
I am a gale, and the yearn to push boats ahaven: but he who is not afraid of my blow, will fly with the skylarks.
I am a sea, and a green of waves: but he who is not afraid of my abyss, will swim away with the mermaids.
I am the night, and the thrill of dark dreams: but he who is not afraid of my nightmares, will fall sleep with the daffodils.

Delightful in it’s wording, bold in it’s imagination. Great poem, well done!
Thank you for your beautiful words!
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Omg. This is beautiful, Lulia.
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Lovely Iulia and brave, emulating Nietzsche. A lesson in your beautiful poem for us all.
Thank you! I so liked this quote that I couldn’t stand keeping silent thoughts 🙂 xxx
Splendid.
Thank you!
Simply beautiful
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Inspiring words
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This is wonderful!
Thank you!
Wow.
This is excellent.
I love how you take Nietzsche’s thought on forests and then combine his insights with other natural elements in similar expressions.
Thank you for your beautiful words! 💙
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Thank you very much! Amazing and belated (sorry) regards from Romania.
This is lovely! 🙂
Thank you! 🙂
It’s my pleasure. 🙂
I remember talking with a young woman about Nietzsche when an undergrad. She reminded me that N. didn’t think much about women!
Thank you, Michael! She was right, and I am right, his words are powerful. Women are always right 🙂
lol… glad you can take the good and forget the rest. N. was a powerful thinker in some respects. Prefigured Foucault in some ways. If I remember right, Foucault said he was more influenced by Nietzsche than by Sartre. Something like that… 🙂
Well, I never judge, maybe they have a reason for thinking so. Anyway, I read all his works in high school. I was very lucky to have a friend who had an impressive library including all the ‘philosophers’ in first editions, so I had where to choose from. As our early years shape our later ideas, I must admit I am still under his spell. The next spellbound belongs to Camus…