A Poem by Dannie von Österreich

There is not much left of me,
In terms of sanity;
it has leaked into oak bark and
Leapt down cathedral halls
To rest in woodland moss and
deep in old wine cellars.
I am pulled by every rolling tide;
satisfied by flicking lights.
It's playing in wanderlust
And tangled in berry bushes.
So it is safe for me to say,
not much of it remains within;
Whereas the soul is tormented
By never making any sense.

© 2020 Dannie von Österreich

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Very well done. So sad if a scene described, and yet so well done! You are talented.

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Added on January 5, 2020
Last Updated on January 5, 2020
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