May’s rain – a poem.

One day was just like I always loved: a warm, but not too hot, and little bit of rainy, with birds chirping in the background. May at its best.

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One sunset – a poem.

From all the colors,
sunset picks the best ones.
It doesn’t steal them, but they
vanish as it goes down.
Closed in a moment,
in forever won’t be found.

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I hope you guys are all healthy and staying positive. Or at least trying. If not then play the tune that I uploaded, closed your eyes and imagine you’re somewhere peaceful, the wind is slightly blowing and there’s nothing to worry about. Maybe that will help.

Thank you for reading and see you guys soon! Before I finish though, I would like to give a shoutout to two of the fellow followers because I’ve noticed, already long time ago, that they really support me, always first to like, even if the content isn’t always good. So New Lune and DirtySciFiBuddha thank you for your support.

Dusty restaurant – a poem.

I wrote the poem in three languages (or rather, I wrote in one and translated twice). Enjoy!

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Blogmas 3: River – a poem.

It’s not that type of blogmas that you would expect, but I can’t really write about things that aren’t interesting to me – so here’s a poem.

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A Friday poem.

I’m studying Norwegian literature at the moment and got inspired to write a poem in Norwegian. Of course, I translated it into English, but just so you know which language is original (because only the original language of a poem can give full “feeling” of the poem)

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Vilhelm Krag – Fandango.

There’s a quote from this poem that really resonates with me for many reasons. But what is just a quote, when you have a whole “dikt”? (poem in Norwegian). I won’t take the whole poem though – just one part. Be aware that I translate poem myself.

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