Contemplative Moment (Re-Written)
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Jan Oskar Hansen
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Contemplative moment
Late October if has rained but stopped
the town is green air mild and gentle, but no jubilation
no flowers grow.
Seed slumbers in the soil.
The mules in the field look pensive, sad too they are of no use anymore
the farmers keep some as they make the landscape rustic.
Who loved a tractor painted blue?
The harvest of this year done; sheep sheared look naked
as they graze under olive trees.
I can see it in the eyes of all living things: Melancholy.
Will we be here next year?
Bu şiiri puanla
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