maanantai 27. kesäkuuta 2016

THE NIGHT LAND

Against a light orange background
the birches sway
in the midsummer night.

I have been awaken
by a mosquito
seeking a little blood.

The green leaves, emerging
to their own colour
from black,
on those dark branches
still camouflaged.

The night is a land
whose border is still
far away.

Like the buzzing mosquito,
it escapes me, that border,
through the hours.

27.06.2016


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