Daniel Fivelsdal Wetaas

Dagen smiler til meg i gråtoner
Et tomt skall vandrer i min plass
Fortidens gleder forlot meg
Rustet mitt visnede hjerte
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Haunted by your presence
Staring at the sky
Knowing I would never
Dare to rise and fly
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You feel the ice starts melting
The buds; between the cracks
Flowers that are yet to bloom
Yet a smile to let you relax
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A sprout cracks the ice
Hell seems hotter from above
Perhaps a day too soon
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Raindrops of the past;
Which secrets do you cling to?
Let me ease your burden
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White rabbit jumps ahead
The night senses not its breath;
Paw prints in the snow
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Trampled moss below;
The winds did not favor you
May this light yet do
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You who have no parents
You who have no home
You who fled from all you knew
And who was forced to roam
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Is it not funny?
When faced with the dreaded assignment
Or the impending deadline of your report
Then — and only then
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You and a mirror
What do you see?
A nose too defined
Or a zit running free
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Cold air falling down
Meets the gentle southern winds
Off to new adventures
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Curious hatchling
Empty canvas; open mind
Yours is a long road
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A sudden day
A crown descending
Upon the world
Took lives; unending
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Sangfugl på blå himmel
Ser ned - norske flagg, bunad
Gratulerer, Norge
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