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perjantai 6. tammikuuta 2017

Silence


The silence of snow cotton wool
dance over fields
frost is running over the
with imagination
I get to dance
January Waiting for spring
come to listen to the silence
anniversary dripping snowflakes
I kiss
it melts on top of the lip
I have a cold when I travel
frozen lake
the sun has started
more than dance January
over Capricorn
it enters into the wild
yet still freezing more
and the oak coffin frost
nails hit
Northern Lights dance over
the sky goes black when
and it is night.


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