Bury my Heart
In these still waters
Alone in the Darkness

I hear the Rain
Thunder impeding the growth
Walking ends of night-borne forest

It’s night again, dark so beautiful
Under a floating dream like moon
Freezing hunger, I feel to follow a call

Taken by solemnity and misplaced hope
Of light coming
Of silence

Of a shadowy knife, pierced by a foreign tongue
Time wasted by blamed disease.

Vegard M. Vindheim 28/02/2013


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