• Wilhelm Hojer

Genova


by Wilhelm Hojer

It's true that life writes poetry -

isn't the dream also true?

We know that heavens mercy

seeks us all, not just a few.

Even if we set sail on a barren sea,

it's true that life writes poetry.

More real than our hands are two,

are often dreamlands in a golden hue.

More than all we can know and once knew,

more than even my home and country,

it's true that life writes poetry -

when she sings, the world is anew.


Maybe on dry land with our crew,

after winds which summoned the sea,

we'll nods our heads in the morning dew -

it's true that life writes poetry.

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