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
AucklandPoetry.com presents Poet Resident JAN OSKAR HANSEN on http://OSKAR.AUCKLANDPOETRY.COM
Monday, May 21, 2007
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