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sunnuntai 17. toukokuuta 2015

Sunday


Sunday saddest butterfly's wings
inside me fly.
The idea is delicate, fragile;
I remember you, after all.

Virtual wings fly;
back towards the shore of heaven.
Hopelessness, and feeling of joy
as the tides vary
all the time slots.
Today this again
with him to bring
I hope
life taste
enjoyable and fresh.



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