Gråmyr

Gråmyr is a place in Gudhjem, where You can just calm down.

In a forest there is a pond, and stones and trees…

and this calming feeling of spirits dancing around.

There are whispers, legends and stories of the past,

and beauty of this moment.

My inner witch wish to dance with water creatures,

and maybe kiss this huge frog or a toad?

Maybe a prince could come this path and finally fell in love with a witch than witch such a common something like pink, blond princess?

My inner archaeologist just want to dig out the stories…

but something tells me, they would not be happy with that.

So I will sit and listen. And hug this bautasten face…

he will protect me, my dreams and hopes. He is my knight!

My guarding spirit and angel, and demon…

I will look for signs…

and try not to be stubborn. Well too much at least?

My inner artist will try not to drown when taking photos…

and dream about painting all those feelings out.

But am I able to do this?

Maybe I should leave them untold, unpainted…

just flowing around?

With tiny dragons and fairies…

making love to the water lilies?

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