04.04.2025
Anne-Lise Andresen Copyright © All Rights Reserved
In the haze of the evening sun Let the wind dry your tears Neptune fork, used wisely on the rough waves Everything we fear and everything we hope for - truce to God At some point the darkness must yield to the light The golden edge of the porcelain plates human ignorance - totally worthless However, the bliss of ignorance is an illusion Hindsight blushing in the afterglow illuminated by a light purple hue A serene sense of peace
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