Who Will Know
White watershed turns
At the corner of my past
Blue chapel erects
On a ground so steadfast
Faltering is your faith
Not my path
Who will know
Whether the heaven exists
Or it’s never there
Withered
Sunk
Which life is going to last
I plot a project
With all my strength
At a snail's pace
Under a vow of inner praise
Written by JerSki BjorkSen, March 31, 2007
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