On the shore of things lost

What a fate it would be,
To be ripped away by the waves,
And lost at sea.
A northman washed ashore,
Bereft of name and status,
With no recollection of who he was before.
I could think of things much worse,
But man often mistake a blessing,
For a curse.
The crowing ravens will sing their song,
And peace of heart will come,
Even where the memories are gone.

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About Fredrik Kayser

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2 Responses to On the shore of things lost

  1. Fredrik Kayser says:

    Thanks a lot:)

  2. ἇRVℎℰℰ says:

    true indeed. sometimes not-so-good things happen and we think we’re being punished but in reality we’re being saved. Great poem.

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