torsdag 10. september 2015

Poem

The sun is on its way
on its way towards day
a beautiful song come from the trees
while the ground freeze

The green wood is sleeping
while my alarm clock is beeping
the cars are parked in the morning cold
some of them are maybe ten years old

The road im walking along
is filled with the bird's song
Long and steep
While my mind goes deep


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