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perjantai 5. joulukuuta 2014

Divine Chinese


He still felt his lips to taste
the sweet tea, and in a hurry
heels and drove him to the heathen
noisy morning traffic.
It was to make a god of Chinese,
he recommended it to his friend countries.
It would drink the Emperor, and so cheerful
remember the gentle thoughts of each of the doldrums.
When the children wake up the morning,
and love languish, then
boil we do. Within the sad,
only heat, as well as aromas quietly wakes up.

I wrote this poem, then my friend
I reflected: I see him always with plaits
so red. So warm can
not friendship, as honey and tea.
It calms the inside, then the
world of the human mind to discipline,
time stroller grief, pain, too much creaks.

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