You give me a fistful pain,i shall sell you some dreams;
dreams in red, blue, green. which one you need, dear soul?
Tuesday, September 22, 2009
evolution
Obnubilate are the words
i whisper, but eyes speak it all.
There was no "I", even, no "You" at a time;
we evolved from nothingness and diffused ourselves
within the limits of our carmined wings.
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