“It might be late in the summer, autumn time even, but the colours are as vivid as ever, in the local small market place“ Gun Roswell
Helsinki, Finland
The shadows so tall, as the setting sun is going down, now the summer is finally over, but fear not, as the colourful tents at the market place, will continue the spirit of the warm season long until the end of autumn, only disappearing with the first signs of snow, and even then, the more bolder shopkeepers, will brave the elements, while setting up their orange tents each and every day, until the winter storms settle over the place for good.
“Even the smallest flower, has the power!” Gun Roswell
Sitting, quietly, even prettily In the green grass, so waste Looking more, like a pool so long Continued, to infinity and beyond
The total power, of summer Grew up, with the answer Of what is, the meaning of it all Nothing, but flowers of course
Soft, bright, gorgeous, smelly little things Which will make your heart openly sing Colours, odours, can be all yours For a moment at least, consider a lease
They are motorised Some may even tantalise All vehicles great and small Some faster, some crawl Dented or ship shape You cannot escape Stopping and glaring With nostrils flaring
“The city ever changing, but some things simply remain the same” Gun Roswell
Helsinki, Finland
The city might be small in comparison to so many others, but there is no reason, to neglect and not to check out what it has to offer.
It may lay out there far in the north, but having its own mirth, with old school buildings, surrounded by the blue seas, the pearl of the Baltic Sea in a way, so do, stay for a while.
The gadgets small too, with a more than few sights to see, or then a tour around the city skyline, on a boat small but with terrific views, which ever way you choose to travel, this place, will not leave you in peril.
“I need more time!” She said in an urgent tone “Please, or else, gimme a time machine!” She pleaded, most desperately
Time is always of the essence Time is never on our sides Time is the beast that consumes us Time is the one who’ll save us
What a contradiction is time You can hear it moving by each turn of the chime Oh how I wish I could make it mine Stop it, for a few moments, to feel fine
Time is not the enemy some say Time is just about relativity Time is a friend in need Time is something you really need
When it’s running out, there is a deep doubt Will I eve get there and get my fare share Always battlingagainst it, when I should be embracing it But as I lay my head to rest, I wish time to give me it’s best
“I will need to turn back the clock, as I missed so much and still so much to do” she told the time master “Please grant me at least one use of this machine, and I’ll be the best person ever seen” she promised
“Sorry, little girl.” The master replied, “There is really no consideration to your request.” Adding “Humans cannot fathom the consequences of time travel and I won’t dare you to do so either.”
She looked dumbstruck at the time master. “What a piece of ..” She thought. But knowing when to fold her cards, she left hand bent, kicking some small stones, as along the long and narrow road, she once again started, her battle against, time.
Rantings Of A Third Kind 