There are poems I wish I had written,
there are morbid impressions,
there are silences heavy with mystery,
wisdom, and history,
humour, and vision
of beauty unique and profound.

I wish, but confess,
I’m not really impressed
with my input so far
nor the hand I’ve been dealt.

And those poems
I wish
could be simple expressions
of feelings
I wish I had felt.

Haukur nóvember 2016

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