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LONG GONE |by Trond Lunden

Like a startled eye awoken
Weedy laurels ascending the ruins of Rome
Beauty again driven aside
The night air strikes hard
Hoarding stars into a constellation

Long gone and out of reach
Cling to long lost love

A grain of sand is a grain of land
A shiver of good dies in our hands
Trapped in a golden frame
Time will forget my name

Strolling down the sand of crimson
Old waves fill the air
And I know what remain of my chores
Without further due
I blow away the curse
Forever done with the universe

Long gone