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torstai 25. helmikuuta 2016

Next to (Thursday's poem challenge)




Every day is a gift
you can not restore the lessor
the world should have a handle
which can open the door
which is always next to the second
lead pass.
Most of all I miss
be next to the man,
I think perhaps more time
the desire for someone to take it.
My image in the mirror is often
I look just for its sake,
that it seems that I am
someone next door.
Then I go on to the rest,
and the longing I feel because of
next to the missing man.
It is next to the yearning of being
is written on the sand,
engraved in stone.


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