Linggo, Abril 21, 2013


A single glance
A view from afar
Clouds of dust
Sheds tears and blurs past

A single touch
So near and so light
Thorns on the sides

Damn pricks and draws blood

A lifetime of bliss
A lifetime of agony
As dust quiets and settles
Clarity swiftly glides

Knowing, not knowing
Beyond kindred memories
Past the sour and the sweet
The stream flows dear