Tor Magnor Solvang

Cat and Mouse.

A tiny mouse, in green so deep,
From cat's sharp claws, its secret keep.
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A legend whispers, soft and low,
Of life's last journey, where souls go.
A bridge of light, to skies so bright,
A path to Heaven, shining light.
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A well runs deep, unknown before,
A Power wakes, and asks for more.
Not strength of self, but something vast,
A helping hand that's built to last.
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A tiny hand, a brand new start,
Life's story etched within the heart.
From gentle steps to stumbling falls,
Each rise and dip within these walls.
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A nation's heart, a gentle guide,
Is seen in how the young reside.
Do little hands reach out to play?
Are sunshine smiles found every day?
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The clock ticks low, our journey nears the end,
The gold we saved, no comfort can it lend.

The houses grand, the clothes we wore with pride,
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Sun hangs low, sky stays bright,
Summer night, northern light.
Fifteen-foot boat, a quiet glide,
Fjord so still, on every side.
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A hand reaches out, across the sea,
To touch a land that wants to be,
Just on its own, to find its way,
But finds that help arrives today.
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A whisper in the quiet night,
A feeling that things will be alright.
A presence, unseen, yet always near,
A guiding light, to conquer fear.
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Alone in the wild, forty days long,
No friendly face, no comforting song.
Just sand and sky, and whispers within,
A battle fought, where shadows begin.
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A quiet garden, walled and deep,
Where secrets bloom and softly sleep.
These are my own, a hidden store,
To mend the heart and ask for more.
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Eightynine seconds, thin and frail,
To midnight's chilling, dark veil.
The clock still ticks, a steady dread,
For all the dreams, the words unsaid.
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Life, a winding, wondrous road,
Where sunshine dances, shadows load.
A mystery woven, thread by thread,
With joy and sorrow gently bled.
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The table's set, a game of greed,
With 'sane' leaders, planting seed.
Of empires built on borrowed land,
A monopoly held in shaky hand.
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Across the lands, the People prayed,
To spirits strong, a world they made.
For hunts to thrive and harvests bloom,
To push back dark and banish gloom.
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