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Invitation
05:25
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Invitation . No date. No time.
No reason.
You can sing here and see, but not be seen.
Sound may pass, but not the light.
Read I cannot, so I felt the letters and I feel like I have the angel's wings now .
Burning sands are now behind me.
You wait for the first rain.
Six months down, and you pray for the clear skies.
It all made sense.
She died without knowing why the hallways are always cleaner in the morning than they were in the evening.
She would slide past believers without them ever seeing or hearing.
On a narrow road between the mountain and the long fall down;
what you miss in one faith, you find another.
The sky is there, all ready for the star.
If I knew I would hang, I would still take a look.
I graciously accept.
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It was a greeting that never felt like one. One command.
And the hounds fell silent. There’s a day in the book that will never dawn.
Adrift at day . Wear the jewels now . Name them all in speech.
You have been so far away in deserts of purity.
I took I her hands between my fingers as if they were living fire.
She was afraid of the silence - and cured ( …by the Devil himself ? )
All the the wrong memories , they looked like the ghost of six .
You have been so far away in deserts of purity.
Where the roads are hard to tell apart from the undergrowth.
No. She said no.
“You are the only one , who cannot leave.”
It was my own funeral .
Inhaled, as if to live long
It drove me like a hound at distance
No those are not the flowers of god.
It was a tickle by the feather of death .
Each morning dawned with a different pain.
You fools mistook it for the sun.
When time itself fell into the sea.
You have been so far away in the deserts of purity.
Where the roads are hard to tell apart from the undergrowth.
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The Living Orchid
05:42
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The living orchid you wear.
It blinds me with the understanding of my own poverty.
If their wells have run dry,
then must ours have dried too.
And the war. It is the only allowed for the invaders.
While defenders are driven into exiles in their own land.
Until all streets and every house is lost.
Once again we are in a stalemate, with our backs against the wall.
And face against another.
The speed of this horror was such, that it could just make liquid out of our thin air.
If you aren’t already in the new land,
then don’t even bother.
For you might get peppered by the people who made it to shore right before you.
I warned you not be young.
I warned you of ever growing old.
I warned you of ever falling ill.
We stand to win nothing more, but more of this road we see.
It’s the rain maybe…
But we all started to have the same dreams
Here in the sunset (of an entire Continent).
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4. |
Punarinta
06:59
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Muistan puheesi
Kylvit toivoa kuin kevään viljaa
Älä kylvä tähän maahan
Kylvit toivoa kuin kevään viljaa
Kuvittelin kätesi tähän minun käteeni
Kuvittelin vihreän polun
Ja muistan puheesi
Totuus lintujen laulusta ei ollut se, että se hiipui
Totuus lintujen laulusta
Ne lauloivat yhä
Kauneusko on kadonnut?
Mikään ollut muuttunut.
Hiljaisuutta kesti vain yöstä aamuun
Liu’uit pitkin lausetta ja tajusit itsekin
tietäväsi vastauksen
Hehku ympäröi vielä ovella
Etkä sitä voi vaatteen lailla riisua
Elämä ei koskaan ollut niin vapaata ja kiihkeää
Totuus lintujen laulusta ei ollut se, että se hiipui
Totuus lintujen laulusta
Ne lauloivat yhä
Ei ole lääkettä parantaisi sen, mitä onni ei
Ei ole kahletta, jolla vangittaisiin lumous seikkailun
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Jussi Hänninen Veneskoski, Finland
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