From the north a butterfly in winter land under the Polar star in the elongated small country
-Norway-
If you listen carefully you can hear her wing stroke rises from a descending black star from a nightmare visions flash down below the abyss.
Breaks through the chains from a cage of another day healing subconsciously a picture of pain.
Bleeding memories and a battered country girl, but beautiful as the midnight sun.
Strong as the Northern Lights dances on the black canvas of the sky.
She colors her soul`s landscape of a ruin to an architectural masterpiece.
