Door to a dream #39156

Door to a dream. Poem by Þorsteinn frá Hamri.


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With a deleted phase

Today smells of wonder

the self-sufficient answers.



Tomorrow they will distribute

hatred, bombs and stupidity.



Only one

The answer will be true on earth.



It haunts the ruins

wordless. I bear

blush for existence



this well-intentioned, healthy one of mine,

proverb, a poetic idiom.



Door to a dream



I opened the door and saw

door to a dream:



door into the blue


and ran in a frenzy

the hill then



to meet the love interest

look: it laughed at me

distant,

wherever I stood



and made his way

into poetry



which will be considered from now on

discuss everything



yes, everything, everything, everything

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