In Scandinavia, there appears the aurora borealis,
With its vibrant colors, attracting all eyes.
It takes the darkness of the night and transforms it into a work of art,
As the dark sky is painted with the light of the moon and stars.
Venus, in particular, stands out among them all,
The most beautiful of all, with its gentle glow.
It's a planet of love, beauty, and fascination,
Clearly visible in this period at the northern pole.
Its magic casts a spell over existence,
With its crimson colors, as if an eye had been found for the blue sky,
Looking out at the vastness.
Its allure is like a smile from the universe,
It's a goddess of beauty.
Oh Venus, my sisterly moon, I yearn for you,
Just as I yearn for the northern lights in winter.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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