Morning Mist

Joy and Sorrow's elves run freely
through the forests of the mind.
Calls upon them laughter and tears.
Sorrow hides the insecurity
behind its silent wondrous eyes.
Joy plays softly
on the soul's tense harp-strings.
The sorrowful silence step aside
for the joyful Elven song.
It awakens the forgotten tunes
of beautiful feelings
that was encrusted
by the veil
of morningmist

1997 © Ingvild Gregersen

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