The
cyclones are cellophane
saran raptures, and
gale forced smiles in the rain
that comes after a dead-end starts
with a grave intuition.
Out of the blue,
a sky you knew would be safe
as sun-strokes-
of genius,
proof
that love had
a heart...
you found
mars
That's you
wishing where stars
don't fall
they just hang
in the black hole
dark...
Oct 21, 2011
Oct 21, 2011 at 10:00 AM UTC
The
cyclones are cellophane
saran raptures, and
gale forced smiles in the rain
that comes after a dead-end starts
with a grave intuition.
Out of the blue,
a sky you knew would be safe
as sun-strokes-
of genius,
proof
that love had
a heart...
you found
mars
That's you
wishing where stars
don't fall
they just hang
in the black hole
dark...
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