Saturday, July 20, 2013

More of you, more of blue...

Some wanderings makes me more
As if blueness in me she pours
By her blue blue eyes
By her owned sun rise...

Some wanderings makes me more
As if truth in me she pours
By her truthful loving eyes
By her possessed sun rise...

Some wanderings makes me more
As if love in me she pours
By her lovely lovesick caring eyes
By her golden silvery nebulic rise...

And...
As a rhyme innate...

Some wanderings makes me more
Of a man turned boy turned nomad turned joy...
Some wanderings makes me her
Falling into blur of her shaken rise of inner star...

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