Sunday, October 6, 2013

When You pour, there is my thirst more,

When You
The sky,
Pour
My thirst serves me, more,
When like woken up a soul,
I look up,
You becomes True,
Like this living dyed,
This colored eye,
This long journey
To reach You,
Like Eternality...

And soul ful ride i see
How get pasted on walls,
Like orange toycars,
Like fantastical adverts,
Like my writes perceived and transferred,
Full, like festivity on bloom,

And i move,
I glide,
My motorcycle i just ride,
Feeling nothing,
But Life.

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