You give me a fistful pain,i shall sell you some dreams; dreams in red, blue, green. which one you need, dear soul?
Wednesday, November 12, 2008
Sunday, July 20, 2008
Crossing 23 Springs
Wrecked glimpses of each day,
scoffing me through the
underlined lines of the grey almanac
Alluring---
Exhilarating---,
this fragile heart.
Appeasing dews of the inert eyes
gliding down,
dabbing the cheeks.
I beseech!
Oh! Time,
Stay a while,
make a pause
I ll sing that mute wren for you
For letting me to spend
23 soothing springs
on your lap...
V@@S...
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