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torstai 11. helmikuuta 2016

Love Poem in February



Mourning the sharp incision
wound the soul slashes
parts. Who is me
more than others,
steps to create an echo
a new unknown
the melody. I recognize
my own among thousands,
he is my hero
this life.
Flowing through 
tears, I feel
a strange feeling of wishes;
spring force not
the light will grow.
Over the years, I understand
in need of a heart itch.
He has always been for me
more than others,
hardly ever
I will confess to him.

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