Love And Wine - Poem by Oskar Hansen
How can I forget her, eyes green as spring water cascading down
a mountain side in Norway. Her skin silky as a morning cloud in June
and her laughter was like chuckling pearls of joyfulness.
So much festivities, wine and song, it took time before I noticed
anything was wrong. Rages; tears of melancholy, lover of the night
I became a spectator to a slow downfall. Eddy of too much living
I could not go there I had my own demons to battle.
How rapid her fall, a woman every man could have and I cursed my
eternal cowardice. At her funeral I spoke to her mother we cried for
a beautiful woman we both loved, but were not able to safe.
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