Calling Me Home

The mountains

Are calling me home

I hear their song in my heart

Whispering

Urging me

To return

I taste the waters

Of the fjords

Crisp and clear

On my tongue

I feel the vines

Of the forests below

Snaking around me

Tightening around me

Dragging me back

The clouds descend

From the summits

Cloaking me

Enveloping me

Raising me up

Carrying me back

To the mountains

To my home

 

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I miss Norway. One day, I swear, I shall return. And settle in the mountains.