sunnuntai 15. helmikuuta 2015

Half-baked phrases

After a while the charms,
and too soon time
its luster kill.
Someone poem summons
throw writer
in intense chords
to seize.

This is my
life, I do not understanding
the dark corners never see.

No one can conceive of,
how loneliness
circulates around the ring.

The only skill which
I have been constantly
me to keep.
It is the ability to wake up
same morning,
where the haggard chords
begin by turning the circle.

Dream, perhaps even more
I feel like it for a minute
rotate. half-baked
phrases, I put the ferryman
journey. Of life
may not be the only one left at all.

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