The Bay - Poem by Oskar Hansen
There was a storm in the bay furious waves
of green sea trashing onto sandy shore and
the pretty road, the one which follow the bay,
has been closed for days.
Now however the rage of the sea is gone and
the bay is calm, like the storm never happened,
but look closer and see the sea is gray pale,
anger doesn´t becomes it.
Haar is coming in and soon the bay is covered
in a shawl of melancholic mist and silence,
where anchored ships move slowly and dreamily ~
on contemporary tranquility.
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