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keskiviikko 7. lokakuuta 2015

Morning



Morning is held in orbit,
early morning blast
the corners of the house, I heard.
Night is the resting place
lonely, if
sleep corrects rest gets
a moment of up-weary baboon.
Again the morning chirp
I hear, it is the sound of sparrows.
Is no longer owls alleviate rumors.

Last night was a night
a restful nap,
I got rest
country utopia.
It soon became
morning the caravan.
I took anxiously
against it, morning coffee
cherished people writing in.


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