One Poem by Judith Vriesema
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Leaves swirl across a canvas.
In the hands of an artist,
colour is its own muse.
In the hands of the wind,
icebergs are clay to be molded with the whisper of
light and air.
In Hafnir,
time stands still while ghosts gaze from empty
windows,
And memories scatter rose petals across a sunlit floor flooding the room with the sorrow of lost love.
Wednesday, May 25, 2005
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