keskiviikko 30. tammikuuta 2013


There is a place
of wonder with no equal
with glass birds flying
in a sky breathing endearments
the barks of blue trees
with roots like dragons
that little ghosts sleeping inside
rivers of warm light
not running but strolling
on crystallized rocks
of memories to be made
of beautiful words to shared
flowers blooming
petals of kindness
starlight dancing
tree leaves that were
stories in making


I would have let you in
let you see all the wonder
with no equal
if you had stopped asking
"How far it was again?"

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