Tuesday years ago,
32 minutes before 5:00,
the time where the
adopted son of Calliope
caught her attention.
The moon quickly
jumped off between
the beats of a human heart,
it's vast and bright,
unusual and odd
but perfect and majestic.
Right in the core of the town,
lamps fired by
itself in blue flames
whilst snoozing seeds
begin to grow day by day
until a new paradise was created.
The new town was strange
- but heavenly beautiful.
Eros' formicas starts
falling in line and
waiting for the splash of the candy
in every ping-pong ticks.
Oct 17, 2018
Oct 17, 2018 at 11:14 AM UTC
Tuesday years ago,
32 minutes before 5:00,
the time where the
adopted son of Calliope
caught her attention.
The moon quickly
jumped off between
the beats of a human heart,
it's vast and bright,
unusual and odd
but perfect and majestic.
Right in the core of the town,
lamps fired by
itself in blue flames
whilst snoozing seeds
begin to grow day by day
until a new paradise was created.
The new town was strange
- but heavenly beautiful.
Eros' formicas starts
falling in line and
waiting for the splash of the candy
in every ping-pong ticks.
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