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Author: Nida /

2008 01 29 0.49


Dust
From the wings of butterfly
A tail behind your thoughts
A glimpse
A tiny piece
A vision.

Floating figures
Forming a hilarious
Mirage.

Infinity is not enaugh
To reach the edges of a dream.
The Sleep is holy.
And the Sun
Brings death.




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