Eternal Hope
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Jan Oskar Hansen
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Eternal hope
In the ditches of a sandy lane where I once lived
tiny etherical bushes sprung up overnight
Brilliantly green as floating in the air, they were
born by the wind and were a child's first dream.
As dreams, they didn't last long, a week at most
one night they flew away, a fairytale untold.
At dawn, before other animals awoke, rabbits
sat hearing a whisper of time eons gone.
In burrows or in homes, the dream appears
often in the form of a lullaby, we call it hope.
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