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A Sestina on Words
(Poetry)
22-05-2007
by Terese Mörtvik
My dreams whisper of worlds
far beyond the fallen tears
of a child lost in harsh words.
My breaths release the burden
and my weary head feels light.
This is right -I will forgive all.
The people behind the curtains all
live behind...
The Repudiated
(Poetry)
13-06-2007
by Terese Mörtvik
They mourn them with lips unmoving;
the days of violence –and the peace
that went missing.
Silence shrouds like a warming blanket
the wailing of minds gone quiet,
for why scream when no one is listening?
They mourn them with silent...
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