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sunnuntai 18. syyskuuta 2016

Philosophy



Who weaves wool scarf
against the cold autumn ?
Who's hot
my heart to appreciate.
Sometimes, when I
It's cold ,
fear of coverage
hurls my shoulders.

A million dreams,
wandering in the wind
the air flow are exporting.
Without encountering ever
actual desire.
In my mind swaying
the mother of the child in the water,
restlessly
space waves
the beginning of the world ocean.

philosophy sway
dormant soul,
rotating it,
as the earth
rotates around its axis.

I, as well as the universe,
both equally mysterious.
We do not know where we came from,
and where are we going?


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