beginning of end

we as people are fresh
the path is yet to be made
the top and nothing less
is where we start to fade

but how can we surely know
wether progressing or stop
we are our own simple fo
when we finish eartly crop
Brjánn Árnason
1980 - ...

Ljóð eftir Brján Árnason

beginning of end
through my emetions
everything is nothing
að sofna að vakna
Gabríel Rökkvi
Skrifað til Afa
Face up
Lost In Life
From the deepest pool
For Me