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.
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.
I wrote the poem in three languages (or rather, I wrote in one and translated twice). Enjoy!
Continue reading “Dusty restaurant – 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.
Continue reading “Blogmas 3: River – a poem.”
Working 49 hours last week I didn’t really have time to write anything. So here you have just a small “Thursday-poem”.
Continue reading “A July poem.”
I wrote another Norwegian poem and I translated it to English. Enjoy!
Continue reading “En sjanse – a 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)
Continue reading “A Friday poem.”