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My Soul Is in Shetland ©

Nat Hall
Sandwick, Shetland

Beyond the sea my dream machine
Has awakened the dragon's breath!
My heart is made of keratin,
Spread are the wings of my whole faith.

This Viking soul deep inside me
Is roaming free across the land;
Amidst Tirricks my heart is free -
The Simmer Dim held in my hand...

Across the Sound here lies Mousa,
The gentle calls hide in the Broch -
In the turmoil stands the Flugga,
The light of the treasure seeker.

My hope is swimming with otters;
Never to flee, to go astray -
Clouds of feathers no one deters,
The auroras to pave my way.

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