Starting on one road...
And then taking another,
Where will we land?
We can only wonder...
Nature's Path
Has gone asunder
Intelllect and brains
Have caused the thunder
Perfect vapors rise
As Kvasir's blood
Is denied
It's handed out, only
By the God of Norse, Odin
And when the gift is passed along,
With a willful drinking horn,
Only then will thee rhyme in song
Only then will thee eloquently mourn
But not for the death of Kvasir
For, the paths that ran asunder
Have lasted through the thunder
And left everyone to wonder...
Copyright July 9th, 2018. Robyn Eggs Photography.
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