Wyndreth Berginsdottir |
Leif has gone to sea;
Viking he has gone. He is sailing without me. The waves sing all night; I cannot not hear. My dreaming is full of salt. The sea calls my name. Alone on the shore I stand, consider my life. There will be a son, a great man foreseen. Leif will love him more than me. ©11/20/2007 Karen Kahan |
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