Revolution
Every morning
I'm a beetle
on my back on Franz Kafka's oilcloth,
but in Zenith's Nordic daylight
a triumphant force
on extended ski hikes in the sparkle
Each day is a revolution
Poetry by Ingvar Loco Nordin
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Written on 2024-02-27 at 10:43
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