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The Ancient Lot turned into a Choir

Sitting by the "edge" of the sphere

and talking to my lovely friends there

wondered why she had divorced

saw her floating off course

nothing left of her hurt

just some thick, foggy tear-air

sitting by the "edge" of the sphere

a wooden outdoors table of sorts

smiling and listening to two choirs

two parties across a green field

for sure they had warred here

in really ancient  times

looked like an earthly bondage of sorts

an Egyptian and Viking once castle/earthy wall

had loosened its grips on them all

as people were stepping out and forward

sitting by the "edge" of the choirs

listening to music so fine

wondering if both sides now

would manage to sing the same tune

alas one side was one tune ahead

yet miracleously the freed people across the green, green field

of  home

were laughing and singing same song

and suddenly all of them were

singing in total harmony!

WOW!

That means, ladies and gentlemen

healing of ancient wars are done!

 

II

Walked over to talk to some friends

on this green, green field of a turf zone

met someone travelling onwards in life

with a group of cubs from a younger "clan"

pathfinders in training with one with his hat on

had been to Sweden, he had

yet spoke Norwegian with a musical tone.

I was impressed at that from that once teary eyed zone

I had left, it was all gone,

think he is wearing his healing hat

like, yet unlike, a Harry Potter`s one.

 

III

So I am talking with you again

see you have changed after all of these years

understand you have travelled onwards and Home

to much Lighter spheres after I was gone.

 

IV

Someone was calling from other side of the field

calling my name, but nay,

wish someone was calling for me

another time, another zone

another level

where we can be friends and have fun.

 Liv Evensen 


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