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Enga mellom fjella: where from across the meadow, poems sing from mountains and molehills.

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#1098359 added September 30, 2025 at 11:22pm
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Coal - drabble
He took his blinders off, amazed at what he could see. Unshackled he could move freely, without the earplugs hear birds sing.

He grasped this new reality, sunrise, sunset, seeing a banjo, hearing it ping.

He walked towards it as the holograph faded into a dream.

This was not the reality of his upbringing, the way to Heaven, his purpose in life.

He was meant to love coal, a miner, a horse carrying load after load, a black hole only lit by those in control of the switch. Light on. Light off.

© Kåre Enga (17.september.2025)
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