måndag 15 juli 2013

Searching for Wombat

It seemed 
I dreamed
and something said
like in my head:

There is a land
of roses and
a bold and free
tranquillity
where horses graze
on gentle days
and life is spent
as it was meant
with war
no more
and no more combat.


Was that my Wombat?

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