Nordic poem

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Nordic poem

- Nordic Poem -

I'm looking for an adventure,
there's a little map in my hand,
I got a little Sopwith Camel,
and I'm flying to Iceland.

Bought a flag, one blanket
after landing in Keflavík,
candy bars and ice cream,
walking around in Reykjavík.

The yellow lighthouse at beach,
on a stormy day to fly,
sending a light to my heart,
sweeping the dark grey sky.

I'm not talking about volcanoes,
glaciers, puffings or knitting.
There's something fantastic,
hidden in this way of living.

Red hair with freckles,
white flowers in a dress,
flown far away to see you,
my nordic princess.

Patrick Lopes

Belo Horizonte - MG