Dvöl - 01.09.1944, Page 13

Dvöl - 01.09.1944, Page 13
dvöl 155 Á garö minn dreif rökkur, og paö gekk einhver fram hjá yfir gangstígsins hvíta sand. — Ég þekkti hann, — þar gekk minn duldi draumur um dáinna blóma land. Einn draumur fœddur í sól meöál sefsins, og sál mín var móöir hans. — En svo bar hún hann út, — hann var borinn í meinum hinn bjartasti þegn míns lands.

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