These moments

The sun’s last look across the land
before it’s closed in the mountains’ hand
when twilight moves in and lies
with morningmist and foggy skies

The brief wind when a dove lifts off the ground
and the key to life’s mystery is finally found
When bleeding lips form a whispering goodbye
these are the moments in which we fade away and die..

1997 © Ingvild Gregersen

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