Up here in the north
Sunny days are scarce
White, Brown, grey
And occasionally blue sea
Is the norm
Any other color has a hard time.
Only a dawn things
Gets crazy
Yellow, pink and purple
Change the perception
For a few moment
Then is gone
And the magic starry night
Make the people fear
the dark corners
of which they are plenty


I am who I was when I wrote this text but I do not know if I exist now. I am from Scandinavia where the arctic starts and the world ends. The winter is here and is so cold...

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Posted in #blogg100, 2017, metamorphosis, Poem, Poetry

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