Out in the open

Open fieldDeep down in the mud

There is a slumbering universe

Things to come and old memories

Lays buried here

The landscape open fields telling us about

Ancient and long forgotten battles

Under the snow new life is growing

Communicating stories

For those with open eyes and knowledge

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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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Posted in history, nature, Poem, Poems, Poetry, time, war, winter

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