Changing patterns by
Driving around the outskirts of the city
Were the other people live
The big roads filled with traffic jams
And hoards of cars
Finding a spot quiet here
Is so important
Here on the oldest part of
The peninsula
Deep roots share the place with the
Destructive forces of today
Without most people taking notice


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

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