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lauantai 24. lokakuuta 2015

Moon-faced man

Where the clouds are made of silver,
and the horizon anchor
storm winds stretch out.
There could nights
the correct moon phase
time, I think the sky
spell, moon face
man's magic.
Almost confessing it
a century of love.
heavenly bodies
sometimes it gets to dance,
the Aurora borealis sun
turbulent dance
bows.
Do not cry, mother earth, as
I I spin into yarn
Tampering with the moonlight,
cloud some soft sheep
wool. I still have
one possibility
be it the one and only.
Among the thousands
are begging for your love
moon-faced man.


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