poem

i have been watching gentle snow fall, dreamed and taken light in in light inhales.

olen katsellut lempeää lumisadetta, uneksinut ja täyttynyt valoin kevyin hengityksin.

misty

velvety misty air on her / waterdrops pouring heavily towards the gravity / he gave a lick and she had become melted / he closed his eyes of mystery and all the pieces in the puzzle started to glide

composing

ohh how i wish there existed nation imagi. in this story there does:

flimsy wind flyeth gently over her. she dwelled in total gentleness of her sweetheart. he was everywhere. In her ears. music never sounded as yummy. how he made her resound with love, passion and good taste... was described in a full taste of a passion fruit. round, colourful and hip. her hip. everything in her did resonate. for this reason she was writing a sonata.

sonata, sexy and sassy, that was full of waves, mysterious moons and empty stone filled beaches; where they had taken a trip or two or three... on land, on air, at sea. this was a sonata with three hipster movements. like a waltz, if you can imagine.

how this story ends, or more like begins, depends on your imagination.

kiss kiss.