Acropolis of aged and newly minted blood
stand tall and magick on the sea.
Where stones meet clouds in muddled flesh
a blanket of rolling fjords will be.
The sun shall set at midnight
beneath a hazy dome.
Perpetual twilight,
in this awesome Icelandic home.
To Ink - a blog from Melting Neurons 
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I really appreciated this poem 🙂
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That is remarkably sweet of you. Thanks Willy!
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