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torstai 23. helmikuuta 2017

Don Quixote's battle



  No life ever go
According to the formula, a
the formula does not know how to draw one.
It is not enough billionaire wealth,
does not heat purchased from love.
The sun may rise
Spring ears are sensitive
to hear the first
migratory birds rattle sounded.
I was born that way
partly painter shore sky.
On the other lead of the self
a set of fiddling, lest they
downward to fight without a second thought
toward destruction. Life is
like Don Quixote fighting
against windmills.
I can dress well
Don conscience
Quixote Manchalaisen
rusty armor.
Where is the donkey for me
own Rosinatella
to ride the battle arena?


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