Jonas Hansen Poems

Rolling and strolling down a road, afar and down.
Overture of possibility, grinding the cobblestone to it's roots.
Affection, affliction and addiction, overshadowing.
Dangling on the border of ingenuity.
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Days of future past, gone, forever more.
Present day dissolved, forever more.
What can, may or should be, away, forever more.
Time itself, at hault, forever more.
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Our thoughts are endless, boundless and outright magnificent.
A thought of mind and soul bonding on the verge of vigilance.
Crying out for the hex of complaicency whilst dug in asurgence.
Folly it might seem, but truly it brings us closer to divinity.
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Soaring through a vast air
Lawfully dividend to it's natural flair
Never bent nor spent, floating at it's own expense
No goal, no low nor any disappointment or achievement
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