lunes, 31 de enero de 2011

cobwebs in the heart.

Tracing your winds
with vain subtlety
fleshing my essence
chasing shadows.
Splashes of oblivion
in a mosaic saturated
eluting holy place
my prayers poured out.
Feet dressed in storm
they give deep scars,
on the way to my chest.
Progress so yours ...
As my pain.
Rows in memory
cobwebs in the heart.

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