joi, 16 octombrie 2014

Winter skin

Winter skin
Burned by too many winds
I stand -
Hollow sounds
Pass me by
Luring -
They mean nothing
Their color bursts
To millions of tiny
Pieces -
I stand
Endless winter forests
But I can't see
Truth -
It hides beyond
Your Eyes
Your Breath

Inside the waves

Of your Years -

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