lørdag den 3. november 2018

MOLDARBOÐ







                                                         skeiv hond men
                                                         rættur fingur
                                                         angi av mold
                                                         har sum skráin
                                                         varð spýtt í sandin
                                                         sum var okkara tíð

                                                         skeljar styrkja
                                                         beinini tá teir
                                                         góðu dagarnir
                                                         ikki longur fjaðra
                                                         so væl undir tær

                                                         ein onnur ætlan
                                                         má leggjast
                                                         liggjandi so tú
                                                         ikki krýpur
                                                         undan degnum
                                                         tá tann innari vitin
                                                         fer at blunka
                                                         stevleyst
                                                         á fastandi
                                                         ytsta
                                                         hjartaloysi












                 Á hesin hugaligi angin av spritti!








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