Lost

Posted on January 26, 2012 by fhhakansson in Poetry

Lost

We love the night

Oh, the dancing fool bordering oblivion,

pushing her up on her toes,

balancing on the silver line between truth and fiction.

Tonight is dark.

Do these beings crawl here

before we die?

– F H Hakansson

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6 thoughts on “Lost”

Eliza says:

January 27, 2012 at 2:14 am

Lol we both posted about people dancing (just had to mention). I wonder why the line between truth and fiction is silver …

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1. fhhakansson says:
  
  January 28, 2012 at 4:37 pm
  
  Haha, who knows, maybe I was inspired by you? Even I don’t know how my own mind works.
  Because it’s a nicer form of grey? Something like that, I guess 🙂
  
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A Pakistani Boy says:

January 27, 2012 at 7:18 pm

It’s so beautiful. And romantic. Yet scary

NICE! 😉

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1. fhhakansson says:
  
  January 28, 2012 at 4:37 pm
  
  Thank you! ;D
  
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WordsFallFromMyEyes says:

January 28, 2012 at 12:08 am

Dancing is a soul-step. Intriguing post.

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1. fhhakansson says:
  
  January 28, 2012 at 4:37 pm
  
  Thank you! 🙂
  
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