Today, the moon will Peura
traveling over time gate
in my mind horns of the past
dig too much. I do not know when
resistance to pressure is no longer
flexible case can the Northern Lights
marched inside of rings.
Scents of summer have hidden the soul
sea fresh, and the journey
Capricorn towards the moon, snow, rain
turbid. I am the last to fall
Wound magazine pace vibrating
Little Juulia. Where is my Romeo
is ? Where is our way common?
Frost dancing over autumn
in need of the winter, I
a cross of loneliness can get.