tisdag 4 januari 2011

Contemplate

A flowing old cutin.
Behind a dream.
A motion you must drain.
It can not be.

Passion falls like rain.
On your window pane.
Take it in.

A solid vain.
Pops in your brain.
You go mad.
You go insane.
Does it matter.

You stay still.
Feel a light thrill.
Let it slip through your fingers.

You'll remain.

(K)

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