Theme: Love

A Name

How abstract time is,
yet it ages me'
and her.
Wonder what she looks
like now?

Her name,
my dearest love,
is the only one
I remember now.
loves since, were
only an attempt
to recapture
the lost.

When moon
is full
I wonder
why this,
your hold on
my affection.
never eases.

Today I wrote
your name
on a mound
of sand
when it struck
my feeble mind
that you must
be dead,
since I wrote
your name on
a mound that
looked like
a filled in grave.
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More By  :  Jan Oscar Hansen

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