perjantai 25. syyskuuta 2015

The poem Thursday's challenge to Music

They became incarnate,
dewy meadows,
fairy tales valleys.
Moon sails of life
I draw the boat.
I compose a new melody,
where the nations of the world
at the same melody
agrees with the mixed choir sing.

The night the stars to me smiling
the moon dance bows.
I dance in space,
under the bright star of the heavens.
Add music plays
organ grinder in the black night
silky suit with.
As long as the dance continues
until you are tired
I fell asleep on a cloud of cotton wool.

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