Bles tak
By jvriesema
Fri, 11 Feb 2005
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Run into the cold morning when trolls sing
sagas to the sea.
Run into the colours of northern lights when Reykjavik sings.
Run with your eyes closed into a winter wind when candles glow
from windows covered in lace.
Run when truth and storm collide on a cold Icelandic night.
Run into the colours of your dream before infinity awakens you.
Run into the sound your heart makes when your soul finds the answer in a
coffee cup in a midnight cafe.
Run to his voice and whisper 'Bles tak' on a cold reykjavik night.
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