Tor Magnor Solvang

The stars are scattered, dust of light,
Across a velvet, endless night.
A universe so vast and deep,
Where secrets sleep, and planets keep
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Sixty-six stories, a river so wide,
One message whispers, deep inside.

From Eden's dawn to Heaven's bright door,
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A whispered word, on Patmos' shore,
John saw a King, forevermore.

Not just a past, a story told,
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From cradle small to final rest,
A lesson learned, a constant quest.
Life's gentle school, where we all grow,
A winding path, both high and low.
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A truck driver named Larry, bold and bright,
Had a dream that took flight, a funny sight.
A lawn chair, balloons, forty and five,
He thought he'd gently rise, just to thrive.
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A mind that drifts, a heart that sighs,
Can't just sit still beneath the skies.
The hands must move, the spirit leap,
From slumber deep, from shadows sleep.
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The Beatles sang of a swirling ride,
Helter Skelter, side to side.
A simple song, a joyful sound,
But darkness gathered all around.
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August '69, a field of green,
A promise whispered, a hopeful scene.
Fifty thousand, they thought would come,
But hearts arrived, a beat like a drum.
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Tiny hands, soft and small,
Reach to touch, to hold it all.
Clay so cool, a gentle squeeze,
Building dreams with happy ease.
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The bottle calls, a lonely fight,
Some cling so tight, with all their might.
'My life, ' they say, 'I choose my way, '
But darkness grows with each new day.
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One man stands, he holds the reins,
An autocrat, in sun and rain.
He says the word, and things are done,
His power is vast, for everyone.
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When death arrives, don't hide in dread,
Don't let your heart be filled with lead.
Let not your spirit shrink and cower,
Because your ending's drawing power.
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On life's winding road we go,
Good and bad, a mingled flow.

Smile when tears begin to fall,
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The sun shines now, though clouds may hide,
And rain has fallen, deep inside.
Accept the sky, both grey and blue,
And know the change will see you through.
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The world feels wrong, the path unclear,
Led by hands that cause such fear.
I see the cracks, the growing strain,
And silence feels like pouring rain.
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Jerusalem shakes, a worried sound,
The Mount of Olives, ground unbound.

A crack appears, a line so deep,
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On mountain high, so grand and bold,
Four faces carved, a story told.
Of leaders strong, who shaped the land,
With steady hand, and vision planned.
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View from Mars

A dot of light, so pale and small,
From Mars, Earth answers freedom's call.
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A whisper soft, a hidden breeze,
Things unseen dance through the trees.
A song unheard, a silent hum,
Something more, though senses numb.
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Little hands, they like to play,
Folding helps them stay that way.
Still and quiet, eyes kept low,
Easier for all young thoughts to flow.
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