- Start
- About me
- Publications
- Current thoughts
- Poetry
- Dried out
- Let's be united
- City on - City off
- Time present
- Brainwashing machine
- Fever of silence
- A timid fawn
- Her snow magic
- Dark secrets
- Rescue me
- Aftermath
- Future time
- Black rainbow
- Bonny Scotland
- Arms of the ocean
- Chalk
- Water of life
- Ancient souls
- Water them with love
- The Barcelona artist
- The Queen
- Between two sides
- No back to normal
- Golden bird
- Options
- He died
- The thrill
- The bathtub
- Aristocrats
- Glasnevin
- Baile Átha Cliath
- New Husband
- Rebels of Berlin
- Empty Words
- Taste of truth
- Replace hate with love
- April contrast
- Monster
- Depression cheats
- Fighter
- Burned children
- Church night
- Dream of Freedom
- Better of alone
- Golden summer in homeland
- Retrograde
- Shipwrecked
- A matter of time
- Island exile
- Ghost patterns
- Contact/Links
Island exile
Islands are fading
on the horizon.
The sky open its gates
and my sea view
turns into a last show
of desire and infinity.
copyright by Magical Whispers/I. Normann (24/03/2023)
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