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Non-Norse Poetry by me ~
showed her tired face.
She could not well disguise
best time was past -
first streaks of grey showing in her sky,
the bleached grass slovenly.
Her children had taken
their fill of her gifts, and left her
They no longer came.
She stretched her nights - no need to pretend;
slowly, she let her sunny smile fade.
Soon enough, winter´s sleep would put
her to rest.
© 2005 Michaela
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