Out in the marshes
The life restarts
Near the cold and frigid
Sea that still lives in
The winter hiatus
Yellow flowers and
Colorful butterflies
Appears out of nowhere
Even the lost humans
Start to melt in the
Strong sun
Nordic Spring
The Same Spring
Every spring is the same
My life is a great failure in every way
Planning to leave it all behind
Looking for methods, places and reasons
So I am sorry this is not working
Anymore
Still I go on
Event
Every year I climb
Out of this hole
Only to fall in it again
Every autumn
When the dark world
Returns
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Bad Times
I know
I have to fight
But
I have been fighting
My whole life
Every time things get worse
Only temporary victories
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Spring Night
Freezing in the cold night
Knowing what will follow
Still enjoying the star
Far away untouched by emotions
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The Spring Snow
Waiting for things
To end well or not
Life has long time ago
Lost its meaning
I just exist out of defiance
Against my country
That despises me
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Cold Spring
Planning my own
Suicide
Avoiding the worst
Ways of doing it
To go away
Requires planning
And relevant techniques
After a while
The insight that I am not ready
Slips through all the anxiety and pain
I return to the bleak sunlight
At spring biding my time
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Being Able
Place, planing, progress
People in the past
The future will be
That
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Playfulness
We felt the Disruption and
A frustration of the given order
That was slowly collapsing
In front of our eyes
The winter kept us safe
Stable
“Saving a little life in dry tubers”
Now that the winter was gone
The Spring of darkness in January
Spreading its demonic joy
While the polar vortex
Was fighting in the north
Our life took a different
Direction
Feeding the chaos and anxiety
Messing up our perfect
Spot on the planet
We could resist but choose
To go mad and join the game
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The News
Reading and following the news
All the destruction, corruption and
Thoughtless populism surrounding us
The bipolarisation of reality
Outside the spring is conquering
My world filling it with
Birdsong and flowers
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Draconian
Cold and hopeful
Flowers of the Baltic
In early spring
Pretending not to live
Where the land is closer to the
North Pole than Spain
