miércoles, 23 de febrero de 2011

I'm dreaming of

Stone Languages
to declare,
blank looks
from the maze.
Cross Roads
dense, entangled.
Your time,
my anguish.
The latter turned
a sky of storm
Vague Games
Firefly Light
in the mouth of the devil.
Blossom honey
in breast challenging ...
When will exist?
What pen reborn?
I'm dreaming of

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