Today something different. To be more specific – a poem, I wrote after a walk through the forest. Because what’s better time for an ode, than the last day of the year?
Tag: writing
Autumn.
Darkest, coldest and sleepless. Autumn has come to Norway really quickly, coloring all the trees by the street you walk to work and university. It become really colorful, but also the autumn depression has come by.
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