tiistai 1. joulukuuta 2015

First of December

December arrived already
as the bubble
inside me burst.
Conscience sounds are
far lagging behind.
Darkness is not a cloak
is able to take in theater
the essential part of the hero.
Forceps Darkness is
pressing force of the most severe.
I need it
anchor, I do not fly
according to the world
evil winds.
Off is the moment
burned lips, separated
each other we are
love, and me.
All hopes are the wind
fly in the midst of the darkness
we fight among ourselves
mime, and I will.
Small spinning top spins on the street
At the beginning of December until the
a little boy to take it, and
hide your school bag in your pocket.

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