2008 04 29 12.14
Wake up for the bottomless sky
Streching hands, catching the crawling bugs
The song, the place, absence feeling
Whole sea in my loving arms.
But the wind took the sea
And I hold the strings of it's carriage
Buses rushing in the fake morning glow.
The thickness of the cripled butterfly wings.
I sleep in your bed
I walk in your shoes
Rusty leaves, empty boxes
Appearing from twilight
All of a sudden, nothing at all
But the weight of the wings on your back.
[cripled wings]
Author: Nida /
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