quinta-feira, 21 de fevereiro de 2013

through the mist

Silently, it was the day when the voice appeared. The clash of the chests like a bodiless meeting.
It was you,as a fast spirit breaking down the violet door so violent.
The seas drifting away, my eyes like fishingballs of no delusion. Where was the sunshadow of sorrow?
It has passed. My life like a mirror and a pearl.
My past not akin my vision. There is something glimmering on the earth.
I heard and it was a voice - a voice of blossoming sunflowers.

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