Tor Magnor Solvang

The stars are scattered, dust of light,
Across a velvet, endless night.
A universe so vast and deep,
Where secrets sleep, and planets keep
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Sixty-six stories, a river so wide,
One message whispers, deep inside.

From Eden's dawn to Heaven's bright door,
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Secrets hidden for so long,
Stories whispered, right or wrong.
Now a light begins to gleam,
Old ties kept, behind the scene.
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A whispered word, on Patmos' shore,
John saw a King, forevermore.

Not just a past, a story told,
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From cradle small to final rest,
A lesson learned, a constant quest.
Life's gentle school, where we all grow,
A winding path, both high and low.
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If my dog could speak, you see,
This is what she'd say to me:

'Bowl is empty! Feed me now!
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A truck driver named Larry, bold and bright,
Had a dream that took flight, a funny sight.
A lawn chair, balloons, forty and five,
He thought he'd gently rise, just to thrive.
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The wind blows hard, the waves crash high,
My little boat beneath the sky.
I row and strive, with all my might,
To keep my course, both day and night.
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War, a word so grim and cold,
A story often to be told.
Not fights of beasts, nor nature's storm,
But planned, by people, to transform.
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A fire burns, you cannot see,
A will so strong, it lives in me.
A hope that shines, a steady light,
Keeps me alive, through day and night.
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Old Book, war cries loud and clear,
God's orders, conquering, fueled by fear.
Nations judged, by sword and flame,
A different God, another name.
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When will the hurting stop,
And tears no longer drop?
When guns fall silent, still,
No more a need to kill?
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To Moon we fly, a dream so bold,
Artemis II, a story told.

But going home is hardest yet,
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A starship flies, so high and fast,
Orion's home, built to last.
A fiery test, it must now face,
Against the sky, it runs its race.
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The Earth is warm, the Earth is sore,
Scientists knock on reason's door.
A line is near, they sadly say,
Beyond which we can't turn away.
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A seedling bloomed, a nation strong,
Two centuries and a half, now long.
But whispers rise, of changing tides,
As power shifts, and something hides.
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A rhythm whispers through the years,
A rise and fall, with joys and tears.
Two hundred fifty, round and near,
An empire's life, it would appear.
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The nest half gone, a scattered wreck,
The storm has stripped it, neck by neck.
The wood is torn, the metal twists,
A broken place that barely exists.
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Love feels bright, like sunshine warm,
Then clouds can gather, bringing storm.

Love gets overwhelmed, a rushing tide,
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Just for today, I'll take this day,
No future's weight, come what may.
A single slice, a manageable task,
A lifetime looming is too much to ask.
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