tiistai 23. kesäkuuta 2015


Snappy electrifying sky,
It is within the detective human.
Where I hid the word
rhythmic, I will
a poem by dancing to it
man with the miraculous.
Seven days sailing time
there and here.
Time is sometimes the enemy,
then again our friend.
These same emotions
here confuse.
I always write in the morning
how many times
the same words today circulator?

A living, it is a narrow strait of bread.
Life will never be the dancing
serious black angels.
My garden grows in a row witch
escaped from the garden of apple trees.

Sloth encircle the human
itself bound by the stick, rope
laziness to a short tether.

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