maanantai 11. elokuuta 2014
There must always be days
Waiting sometimes it rewards
After too many cliché.
In my dreams they are
queuing s-market.
There must always be days
frivolous, paint the horizon
the painter. writing about people
letters, fonts, keyboards
choice of illustrative words for.
I know, yes it would be powerful
is the world's languages.
Swedish-rooted inside me
increase may be, write it
language, gold, purple, and potash.
Each year, the prize will be
somewhere in the world.
A woman holds the power of the word,
write poetry as
running in the eternal marathon run.
Gulf of gentle winds back of my neck
blows, while the Republic of Karelia
chiming, I doubt a lot of
the innermost moved.
I write for so long
until it is my time to go,
and fly as the new sensation
arch of heaven.
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