Now it starts all over again
The spring is short
In this part of the world
A sudden change
A little less snow
At night the winter
Returns, killing
Most of the greenery
Every year
What have learn
From all our suffering,
An endless cycle
Of repeating patterns?
Not much,
Only that the white snow
Will keep us warm


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.

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