keskiviikko 16. syyskuuta 2015

The poem tree

  Patience is a  trump
can grow a flower
in the middle of the asphalt.
The poem tree bursts
nobody, white
in the middle of the fall of darkness.
Yet I feel inside of me
heat miraculous.
Near me warm words
create a comforting phrase.
Just to explain
I respect the moonlight
Tampering with, the star of the heavens
bright beautiful coverage.
Northern Lights restless dancing.
Red-haired devil,
dancing squares of the world
with the wind bring the music.
My heart to continue the journey,
Will you go in the same direction?
Will you take my hand
The poet on the road,
lampposts to another?
towards a new light.

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