In poetry i speak

In poetry i speak
In poetry i free my soul
And declare my sovereign over dreams
In poetry i defeat oppression

In poetry i pick the truth from a small child shoes
from a woman sewing clothes for the next baby
Or from a stranger sigh
In poetry
i immigrate
To unpopulated ideas
To non polluted songs
To coloured fairytales
To perfection!

Oslo.June 2013

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