Colorful breezes
playing in front of the full moon
moving between stars
their emeralds in the sky
like clouds chasing
the calm of an imperceptible air,
better seen in the astonishment of silence;
stealthy like the smell of this nordic sea
improvising their dances
to the rhythm of the mountains,
caressing fjords with careful subtlety
they say goodbye in the same way they arrived,
without announcement
for their performance, modest
in their evanescent marvel.
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