dear Danmark
dear Danmark  autumn stories
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neutralfleur
neutralfleur curious being; inactive hobby poet
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a love-letter to my soul country.

dear Danmark

i glide down the streets, pastel colours at my feet, breathing in the smell of sweets, finding everything so neat

while i speak very little Danish i know how to buy bread so i head down to the quaint little bakery that has always kept my family fed

my skirt sails in the wind, my thoughts up in the clouds, i watch the dough: smush and spin, this small town has no crowds

sometimes i miss my home but i think i’ll miss this place more, the way it gives me space to roam while still immersed in the local lore

when i say goodbye before autumn hits it’s peak, you’ll see me look a little bleak, as leaving means that time starts once more, another trap keeping me indoor

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