Kamis, 12 Januari 2012

The letters trembling

empty sky, warm air, but I was shivering in my own poetryrequesting letters written in bloodinpain tears

convulsive trembling letters replied hunting"false lovereckless lustWhat you hear in the fieldexecution of yelled sad?

"Do you want to write poems of love, when justice abused?" Said a voiceand I hum crazy.

yes, we too much talkingarguing that only can be felt, in our own breasts.

There is nothing out there, do love being debated, tropical hot air creeps but I love to spell riddle

I imagine there are pieces of snow-gliding from the sky was emptygray sky, when the creepslooking at the window

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