maanantai 12. lokakuuta 2015

I am a painter horizon

I am a painter horizon
fall into the arms of a maple
the leaves fall colors of red ice.
It is not easy to be such
wind-blown writer
blizzard magpie full of longing,
hidden love.
Who me with huolisi
who in common with the spoon
nuolisi? No one, I
is the second everyday I it official
Director of the cold head full
wisdom and legal terms.
I still have this one
the only life, full of space
insulative make screens. Still, I
I live here for almost a full life.

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