April Day
An April Day.
I remember a spring breeze
Followed a track,
Only visible from space.
Found a tiny horse shoe
Hung it on my wall.
The breeze caressed
My tired face and thought
This moment I must cherish.
Greening trees and flowers
Undiscovered.
How lucky to have seen this.
My solitude was not in vain.
poem by Oskar Hansen
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