For Odin
still lost
~this poem a tribute to Tor Ulven
Boy lost
And they searched in groups
His print
in summer light dim branches
shredding fallen troops
down
the groundwork
the known path new by tears
His hair
brown
hiding a memory of his left eye
to fade
into
a labyrinth of
stolen years
His name
It burned down, slowly
and without
pain
Now
you can
lose your way
Poetry by Ghost of Heino
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Written on 2020-12-28 at 00:16




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