lauantai 2. toukokuuta 2015

A man like a day in May

lively and tow-headed
Finnish vessels stroller
inside the guts brushing.

He raises the spring fields.

A fold in the summer of cat watches.

There is a poke loud

like the old days lumberjack.

Sauna is a man sky.
There's no cuddle, love is not
it is the man of the church is responsible.

The woman's socially shy,

taciturn. getting old
son might remain,
this quiet
linen head.

During the spring the boy dart nature

always invites.

Campfire blaze peace

it brings to mind.

In them there is still something

the same as the old days
Jussi, hoe, and the marsh.