perjantai 24. huhtikuuta 2015

Glass beads

April fools winds
granule deaf clouds of the sky
darkening bags.
How can I
forget about it inside
living in a hermitage?

Granules ground flow,
at the glass beads
they glint in the country.
Then, they will melt away,
how can one forget
hermit'd give up the casing.

We now live in strange times,
our future
fear of strange incantations.
Glass beads maybe a heart
satisfaction may be?
They are sold in a race,
and they are a beautiful woman
Figure advertise.
Glass beads in my neck
he put on, and I feel
the cold,
and an empty life.

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