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torstai 26. tammikuuta 2017

Towards the spring



Gray veil dancing over the
puts nature as a sheet
I murky pussyfoot
swaying the cradle of Mother Earth
while you wrap me in a scrim
moment it went past already
then danced together with the land
sea stars the moon and the sun
I look forward to the spring centaur
willow whistle blowing
then hurls restlessness
off the gray veil
February
Spring is the word a dancing light
and formed streams flood
which flow as nature's own
faucet
I say damn it, it is agile
swearword quite modest like crazy
breaks the quiet harmony of the room
I hasten to point up the spring
O my legs twitching already running
flowering anemones unto.

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