Sundiver

Here where the sun is in short supply
We always want more
Longing to the open spaces of the taiga
In the summer when the nights are
days and the days just passages
The land of illusions
Filled with forest and empty spaces
Until the cold sea hits the rocky beach

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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

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