Norway Night(Poem)

Forest silences
of the dimly lit skies
and the primordial silence
of the craters on the moon
define the fevered winds
of the icy nights here.

The coldly metabolism
raise some orphaned moods and
half-real drowsiness.

The monotonous starry lights
and the caffeine fjords along with
snow of silentium define
the muteness of glaciers.

Ancient nights and adolescent mornings
take turns in a cruel rhythm
like a cold roulette wheel of the casino.

The nothingness of nights
is really curious to watch.

So much of stubbornness and
solitude.


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