05.10.09
Beyond my thoughts you dwell so near,
You capture and embrace my fear.
So briefly I may look at you
And realise that pain shoots through.
I yearn to take your neat big palm,
Present a kiss, sincere and calm.
Let me forget a few past years
And call you Muse-you're right,who cares?
Spread your nordic glance at me
For I could call you "destiny"
The first sight truly ruined my dreams,
Painted in blue and green
What have you brought in your cruel mind?
A sharp knife for my heart to grind?
I had enough of your sweet hope-
Grant me a wire and slicky soap.
day 7
© Copyright: Марья Лааксонен, 2009
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