I'm leaving the Northern mysterious land,
Where fjords cut the earth like a monstrous knife,
The place of the trolls and the fantasy land...
Which has its peculiar different life.
A mountain, covered with wood, hides the road.
The tops of the pines are secured in dim,
Trolls whisper each other on evil and fraud,
From under the snags, and deceitfully grin.
And rocks all in moss wait for misty sun rise...
So ready to charm... even more-hypnotise.
Mysterious land
© Copyright: Петровская Мария Георгиевна, 2021
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