martes, 27 de noviembre de 2012


your shadow of moon reflected
the blue of your eyes
declining toward an abyss.
The freshness of the night in your hands
transfer my hair
was simple and feel good
well as birds in flight beyond.
Weather conjugated anxious
the ephemeral moment…
A silent wings
and the murmur of the wind
sleep in my skin now silent
your sweet lips and traveling away.


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