I Have Not Seen What My Father Saw
I have seen not what my father saw I have not ploughed the land Or made a ruin into a home With …
A Child Plays
Amongst all that is wrong In these present troubled days When adults of tomorrow worries Among them, a child plays… As if …
The Meadows Through Which My Dancing Heart
The meadows through which my dancing heart Has often ambled with abondoned glee Are now overgrown by thorns Through which it now …
A City Slowly Comes to Life
A city slowly comes to life As the morning has begun And I the task for to bask I have started in …
Why Is She On My Mind?
Why she is on my mind Who lives so far away I to forget her a way cannot find, As I think …
We Know Nothing
“truth flitters across the screen we know practically nothing” – San Vincenzo “Vinci, Later” Morten Sondergaard What we think is truth we …