Silent sonnets

Oxygen ferments
boils the blood
creates nurturing species

Tiny drops of blood
follows me as I walk
monthly payments cashed

The city is silent
just some pieces from the obituary
having a fit

The astronauts are dead
consumed by star light
the beauty of empty space

Glorious wilderness
stones and rocks
so barren

As years go by
we comprehend new patterns
glimps of universal laws

The seeds are shattered
nothing is achieved
just a never ending cycle

Silent sonnets and day dreams
a perfect dance
a beautiful gesture

About Emil Hjort

Writer, poet and mysticist.
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