terça-feira, 18 de fevereiro de 2014

Get around me now.

Feelings of sound float
while the meaning is lost
and all that is just is.

Yesterday a place
where to sleep someday
to return to roots
the little moons
that dance the night away.

Flames on the eyes
and all darkness dies.

Facing beyond it. 

(It's there that all lies.)

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