sunnuntai 15. joulukuuta 2013

fairy tales loans

The sea was born in loans,
it was a place for seagulls.
I own inside me
I raised islets,
it is a place of poetry arten.
The words on the reef for a moment
allowed to rest until the
pressures of the world
they blow out from within.

Somewhere bottom of the sea
there is a chest full of stories.
It is the treasure of the evil siren,
or hid the sea witch.
I have children of story of the sea
troubled waters I created, its magic rope
attached to anchoring.
It's all a small
human-like goblins of the most beautiful gold.
It is not completely hidden
never be, not flowing
never hold water
in place of black mold.

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