I bled thru the days so I
could FEEL its colour
in the threadbare twilight
as the moon swells
sit and sift bruised as the dawn
Let the mind go up in smoke
send it up to the stars
where the fog can’t reach…
…memories make Fairytales
Hold you like the sky holds the sun
in cherry mind blossom
Make my head flower
Thursday, December 3, 2009
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