So I wrote another poem in Norwegian. Don’t worry – I also translated it into English.
Dreams – a poem.
A small poem for an afternoon coffee.
What I don’t like about Norway.
Just kidding, I like it here. But some things can be annoying sometimes, like everywhere.
Early 20s ain’t so easy.
If anyone ever told you that 20s are all about enjoying youth and freedom from school and parents then they were partly lying.
Thank you for 200 followers.
2 years on the blog passed by like a blink of an eye. And I could say I didn’t expect I would still be here after all this time. But here I am, scheduling another post after another, week after week.
A July poem.
Working 49 hours last week I didn’t really have time to write anything. So here you have just a small “Thursday-poem”.
Frysjøen.
There’s a lake located in between my previous work and a city called Kirkenær. I always drove past it without any reflection on it, but this time I stopped to take some photos.
