torstai 10. maaliskuuta 2016

The poem Thursday) Shadow

Shadow followed by hikers
the history of the source code
all originally dna time
the unpredictability of
always ride on the wings.
Where can I get a new
fate before
hourglass sand
run-off is over.
I want my side
the man who follows
me like
shadow hikers.
Do you know what it feels like
untamed love?

Tomorrow is the day
when a new spring
winter shadows
seagulls' wings
ride to Finland.
The mind in locked closets
there is a spring comes
melancholy black
out of the shadow. Then
maybe happy I am.

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