Jan G. Otterstrom F.

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Anxious to separate
go out from a world
longing destruction
taunting death in acts
riding the very verge.
Flee take possession
of self, find a safety
latch, a temple door
sacred grove of trees
circle of birds chirp
peace sealed inside
desiring good, kind
pure love abounding
breeze opens leaves
reveals to other side.

Jan G. Otterstrom F. March 29, 2015