Lines in the sky. Airlines. There in the skyline, high flying.
Commercial airline race. Line up in the blue haze.
Underlining our freedom. People connecting white lines.
Smoke lines to adventure. Draw the line till she choke.
There’s always two sides to a coin, ha de Gött!
Just like Adam and Eve
Should I pick and eat
Sun kissed but frozen
Would I know it all
Or is it just the Serpent Sun
Lure me
To bite my teeth off
Be curious, but not dumb, ha de Gött!
I just let the picture be the poetry today, ha de Gött!
Autumn transforms into Winter
Frozen water crystals
Scarce light in long nights
Silently swirl down
Dress in bright white
Like a snow white bride
Snow is fun, ha de Gött!
Picked up, his guitar today wrapped my hand around its neck slide my fingers along the strings Picked up, his guitar today scuffed up frets from his music finger tips on his favorite chords Picked up, his guitar today the weight in my lap heavy, as my silent heart Picked up, his guitar today
Cherish the music in your life, ha de Gött!
The water surface shimmers with green and blue. Waves break, softly against the yellow and brown sandy beach. A small splash as water hit a stone embedded in the soft sand. One lonely seagull lands gracefully in the water, to check the visitor out. Driftwood washed up by the latest storm. Private beach, time for a skinny-dip.
8°C in the air and 8°C in the water. I already got a cold so I stayed on the beach. Ha de Gött!
Lazy days of summer. Bedded in green. Digesting. Kissed by the suns warmth. Those lazy days of summer.
Ha de Gött!
Rush hour in Havstenssund. The autumn evening shadow gently cover the houses, as the sun sets behind the cliffs. The little village prepare for the winter. Lobster fishermen moor their boats in the harbor. There is a chilly wind but in the street it is calm, sheltered by the houses and the white fences. Take a left to the gorge or go straight down to the harbor. Smell the fresh salted wind and listen to the boats tough by. Feel alive.
Breath in breath out, ha de Gött!
Sometimes you don’t see the forest for all the trees.
Don’t get tangled up, ha de Gött!
There is a winding road. Winding along the forest.
Winding from here to there. A winding to the unknown.
From past time winding history. Till today’s winding reality.
News winding way to milk pallet. Mailman winding a letter down the box.
Wireless connection, pling in phone. Countryside winding down.
Know the past to dare explore, ha de Gött!
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