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sunnuntai 14. helmikuuta 2016

Sigh


Love can be enslaver,
ankle shackles of man,
because I can not whole heart
you donate.
Do not build your life
the foundation of my love
using. I am free
born as a wild steppe wind
I feel it inside me always.
You say to me,
I'm the hero of words
wonderful. Then within me
is a warm sad
atmosphere. too beautiful
changing moments of longing
The fierce neck beads.
I'm not a genius, I'm just
Man, you could be me
rock underfoot.
My place is just
in the air like the wind in the sky.


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