Three men on a platform,
one wipes the sun,
another washes the clouds,
the third one rinses the sky.
I wonder if they will stay there,
When it's night time.
When I come back,
one wipes the sun,
another washes the stars,
the third one rinses the milky way.
Aug 5, 2014
Aug 5, 2014 at 3:28 PM UTC
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a chess set on tall towers reaching for the sky,
multi coloured ants and worms squirming, covers Eastern Ribbon Snake,
spilt milk of turtles and giraffes soaring above,
buildings leaving big black giants flattened on the road,
buildings with bones of steel and once mangled mountains and burnt beaches,
Jun 5, 2014
Jun 5, 2014 at 2:19 AM UTC