maanantai 28. heinäkuuta 2014

Years lubricate my words stroller

My life is one of the 
dip into the swamp of words. 
Every morning wakeup 
me of summer nights in mist 
evaporates into the air again. 

July heat wave today 
pant in my ear. 
The feverish child in bed 
sleeps restlessly appeal. 
I anxiously 
defend my own child. 
Mother's worry, it is 
second dip into the trap, 
I wake up to facilitate the
presence of my children. 

Years lubricate my words 
stroller, running my tongue 
world in different languages​​. 
My brain turning over the words 
different languages ​​as they please.

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