tiistai 28. tammikuuta 2014

A piece of history

Needless to hurry up now, gets all the meetings of the 
expect, it is a coincidence that sometimes sticks 
closed side of life. This week's meetings 
must not go without me, sometimes still be found. 
Stars go out, and the new light, 
pen is used for finding the sword. 
Time the former never return, 
Karelian people crying secretly, a large Grandpa 
once held the Tsar's armory. recalled 
crucible of the bellows blowing in Sicily in secret. 
Sicily may be the words of a tarantula in my soul to dance. 
The revolution he fled to Finland, while 
salt rubbed into old wounds, 
the memories of yesterday's open is opened.

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