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torstai 14. marraskuuta 2013

Middle of the polar night

I am in the middle of the polar night, the deaf and the reindeer.
Frozen tears dried up trickle.
Reindeer blue eyes gleaming gold,
when the halves of the lichen under the
will die from frost.
Bird, Siberian Jay's voice from somewhere far away I hear,
gray veil hanging in the air.
I can ski in the dark silence, I look back
summery meadows, shimmering ripe grain.
Reindeer at giving voice into the darkness,
The snow that is strong, it is capable of Border Guard

me to bear.

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