Show us:
swaying stories,
softly storming.
She blew
blossom, brushes
forehead; farewell
fruit of flickering frames.
When we watch
and argue,
(eyes smiling,
this is me.)
Who wishes
for furtive false films?
“We will”
rectifies reeling reality.
Jun 23, 2011
Jun 23, 2011 at 1:48 AM UTC
Show us:
swaying stories,
softly storming.
She blew
blossom, brushes
forehead; farewell
fruit of flickering frames.
When we watch
and argue,
(eyes smiling,
this is me.)
Who wishes
for furtive false films?
“We will”
rectifies reeling reality.
