The winds of ancient times do blow,
Whispering tales of long ago,
Of hands that built with toil and care,
Crafting dreams in the open air.
Through storms and quiet, they laid the stone,
Each brick a story, each beam a bone,
Their sweat and wisdom forged the way,
For us to stand, for us to stay.
But shadows linger where truth hides,
As today's bandits wear their guises,
With masks of charm, they weave and spin,
Dismissing the past, where truth begins.
In boardrooms, alleys, and whispered lies,
They twist the tale, obscure the skies,
Yet the winds still carry that ancient lore,
Reminding us daily of what came before.
So let us listen, let us reclaim,
The voices of those who built their name,
In the rustle of leaves, in the softest sigh,
Their legacy lives, it will never die.
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My name is Torfinn Johannessen and I am a self-taught photographer. Have been photographing all my life, and digitally since 2002. I was born and raised in Mo i Rana, Norway. Moved here to Strömsund, Sweden in November 1989 with wife and children. For more information, ..
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