So often I will overtake
the moment the dream,
and stick to writing a poem.
Then a nanosecond I travel
through Nirvana.
That moment is always hectic,
when I see the miracle
human, how
the wind caressing get around
his hands clinging to the rock.
At night the star secretly moon
kisses, and space
love down to earth
keeps calling. Then the moon thunder
blushes, eye lashes and mother earth
waving, and with tears of happiness
roll back down to earth.
In my mind it's a big desert
there pounding words
a great writer
one of them is Paavo Haavikko.
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