I can taste the mist and sense the air beneath my skin.
Shadowed by the spirits who kiss me in the wind.
When the cold air blows; I hear their stories told.
They tell me to close my eyes, and in the darkness I’ll see.
Unseen cyphers and traditions they teach are boundless and bold.
In exchange I left them my heart and they keep it for infinity; in the mist of Skógar.
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Can I share this to our group and group’s public page? It’s so beautiful 🖤Sent from my Galaxy
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Ah thank you! Yes, of course ❤