maanantai 22. kesäkuuta 2015


Imagination is a treasure
write to man.
It allows me to create
full of zebras
room, where
the sun shining through
venetian blinds.

I have no other,
it may suffice
I rest savanna
I believe in living room
out of the window at the sun.
Wild and free wind
some blows
my dreams jungle.

I know this feeling,
when I write a book.
Then red purple
imagination creates in passing.

Believe it or not I do not
do not know anything about love.
I'll go even if the West
to the east, it is a skill
without my learning.
I close my eyes,
and I travel lightly
summer temperature.
I'm in the middle of the pouring rain,
right in other countries

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