Jinge Norvall Poems

As the sun closes his weary eyes
And the stars begin to blink
The steadfast hills are sombre
As they exhume the souls of the dead.
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The desert pours
From the empty heart
& heat-waves wither
The arid soul
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The brooding sea is restless
Her deepest moods
in flux;
As if her anger's building
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Hours slipping by, days speeding past,
Weeks & months whirling,
As giddy moments die.
Brief, fiery shooting stars
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Warm & solid
Is the sun-baked granite,
Splashed with colour is the painted sky..
Flashes of lightening, and storms that pass...
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Shivering grey skies
Usher in the icy morn
O' er countless wintry houses
Huddled close for warmth.
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Twas Jack Frost
Who held the land
In his grip of ice and snow
And the poor ones shuddered
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Marshmallow clouds tinged with pink
Turquoise skies of endless blue
Golden joy, in sun 's warm praise
A day divine, celestial..
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Put away your sadness
Save it for the day of grief
which comes though we bid it not
Sadness has no place
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Twist the knife
Thrust it deep...
what ecstasy the agony,
what cruel gain
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