MAGNUS ABRAHAMDUKUMA Poems
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When We See No More The Picture
What hope is there, when we see no more the picture?
What mist on our eyes, that we’re now blind to the future?
Where now is the picture of our spring?
What cravings do we now have for nature to bring?
Now in our summer, no more the spring to see,
And thus are we to sail in life’s sea,
Albeit, to with bliss reach the other shore,
To bring real the picture which we saw.
But on shore are we to be tossed,
And sometimes see things untold,
And the billows oft want to impede our sight,
That to our good point we won’t sail right.
But what ...