In the middle of Jutland.❣️

Anointed with sun oil, sweat & curious soul
I step on the pedals with a quiet and calm frame of mind -
While I hear the call of the long country road
Between ancient Nordic Viking graves & colorful fields.

Here it is - as if time has almost stopped
The only thing heard -
Is the rustling of the trees, the buzzing of the bees,
The rush of the wind in the clothes
& bicycle tires sliding against the shapes of the asphalt.

Waking up - by cows, who moo,
Cackling Crows in delightful dances -
Among ancient Nordic Viking graves & colorful fields
Ah yes, Everything breathes peace.

© TsL. 2023
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