Olafur Arnalds - Pu ert jordin (music)
And so they escaped the weight of the world,
Back to the cozy lakeside,
The water is navy paper, overlapping itself many times over,
It's origami so vivid in the midnight mass,
"Do you think our souls could work like that one day?
Flowering, free, fading and forever?"
They climb into the lake- cuts, bruises and all-
Letting the water slowly fold them back together.
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Poetry
PoetryI'm just going to dump some poetry I wrote here. No biggy. My chapbook: Sweet dirt; the Writer's Lament. https://drive.google.com/file/d/0B1cnqeaYMAvPaWtMT0M2ZW0tajQ/view?usp=sharing
