Some day I will stay at that house
(rather I will be sat) that I dream of
to realize how the air was born. Then,
(now I am sleeping on my wrist)
as never before I will manage without asking
about roads and
I will
pass
on the stretched rope
between
two horizons
Mar 10, 2016
Mar 10, 2016 at 11:49 PM UTC
Some day I will stay at that house
(rather I will be sat) that I dream of
to realize how the air was born. Then,
(now I am sleeping on my wrist)
as never before I will manage without asking
about roads and
I will
pass
on the stretched rope
between
two horizons
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