Theme: Abstract

Story Teller

Now, as spring light fades into a soft
blue evening, I turn to you and ask,
If you can tell me more? 
The river doesn’t flow as rapid as
before and the lake is dry, no breeze
blows away dust of broken dreams 
If you can tell me more, tell it now
before light is an empty space and
stillness has lost its echo.

27-Mar-2012

More By  :  Jan Oscar Hansen

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