Restless Night.
Fear woke up early and walked through
Empty rooms, worried, years have been
Piling up and it has lost its future.
“What now? It asks to no one special,
But a shudder, cold as an Arctic winter,
Appears, together they wait for dawn.
AucklandPoetry.com presents Poet Resident JAN OSKAR HANSEN on http://OSKAR.AUCKLANDPOETRY.COM
Thursday, July 12, 2007
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