sunnuntai 10. elokuuta 2014

Beach water dependent

Point autumnal fall colors frost at night 
from place to place drew bush. 
Here, the mother's lap 
I say to my rhythm 
the cradle of the world in the villages. 

I feel the love, the longing, 
and pain. sometimes the night sky 
kicking a ball round, 
and it will stick to a high tower remains. 

Hour on the hour to fly on the wings of a wobble 
Laughing jackdaw flock. 
Joensuu is out there somewhere, and it is now August. 
Track depend on the water, I 
toes wasp injecting, 
I am in this moment of distress in any pencil.

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