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Transgress Det Grønne Græs
The murky lake lives inside of her
It reflects the clarity of the sky
The murkiness of her ingredients dissolves into wonders
Leftovers are eaten before supper, it’s delicious
She runs, she runs with me, between the grass leaves
Fallen apples, scribbled smiles, horse whispers
The specialty of her nature
The antonymy of my birth-giver
She transgressed the Nordics
She overtook the Tropics
Circumnavigation for greener grass that was actually instilled in her own eyes.
She strolled in elegancy
Almost barefoot
Almost barelook
Bareheart, got me curious
On foreign lands, we glanced
Under the bridge we matched
Strangers encounter
I simply counted to 3
She passed again
Ice-cream we say
3rd time I see you get ice-cream for free
She said yes
On the bridge where human and wild meet
We threw a heart-shaped leaf into the water
1923 a story of my…
