Religious Zealot
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Jan Oskar Hansen
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He rose from the sea
On the third day of his death
A murmuring night
A haar, breathing to the shores
Of the Bay of Bengal
Silent sea mist
A whispering: Bora, Bora my love
Forget me not.
The saint’s longing for purity
Drowned in terror and blood.
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