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When I blink I tender the grey clouds The soft movements, Gentle the fierce wounds - Grinding memories With my bare hands, Too dense and bleak. When I walk by The lights go low, The leaves turn yellow, They fly and sink Swirl and speak Silent sounds Of primordial cycles - Too dense, too bleak. When I breathe... Shivers of cold lives, The echoes of distant deaths, The murmurs of deepest depths, Surpressed in lullabies - A sonet of primordial cycles, Too dense, too weak. With a single gesture I can make the Earth stay still. Time is a ***** villain And I like to hear It scream Seconds, moments, lifetimes - Under the pressure Of my fingertips - Primordial senses Too dense, too bleak, too weak.
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Oct 27, 2014
Oct 27, 2014 at 11:29 AM UTC
Primordial cycles
When I blink I tender the grey clouds The soft movements, Gentle the fierce wounds - Grinding memories With my bare hands, Too dense and bleak. When I walk by The lights go low, The leaves turn yellow, They fly and sink Swirl and speak Silent sounds Of primordial cycles - Too dense, too bleak. When I breathe... Shivers of cold lives, The echoes of distant deaths, The murmurs of deepest depths, Surpressed in lullabies - A sonet of primordial cycles, Too dense, too weak. With a single gesture I can make the Earth stay still. Time is a ***** villain And I like to hear It scream Seconds, moments, lifetimes - Under the pressure Of my fingertips - Primordial senses Too dense, too bleak, too weak.
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Romanian
Oct 27, 2014
Oct 27, 2014 at 11:29 AM UTC
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