Saturday, July 20, 2013

For me the wishes are water canons...

For me
The wishes are like
Water canons
Spraying fast
Shrugging off all dust
As a bath
A plunge sudden
Into the Grand canyon
A death ,
And a rebirth
blurry eyed
A wingless of Flight...
To Your flowery hair
Where You dreams for me
Leave bare...

For me
The wishes are like flood
Running upstream of my red
But tired
Blood...

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