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torstai 19. marraskuuta 2015

Green lawn time



What are these memories over the years
my mind is now time for rank and file,
far away are they the year, and
a moment when I believed the crazy
the magic. Stop sign is a part of
the passage of days, the heart stops
sign in front of it, and a long
sigh let inside
a resident of a strange homan.
Sometimes the grass is green,
and dewy what is secondary
in the current living and breathing.
A man standing in the grass
no trace is left, the grass to grow again,
and the time ahead to keep busy.

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