jeudi, 08 janvier 2009
NO INTENTIONS DAWN
One day lightning comes
And measures disappear
As words do
Because whatever they say
The measure is in
Lead can become gold
Because lead is gold
Even if there's only clear eyes
For seeing it
But gold is made of pure wind
Whispering through the night
Like a delicate sigh
Coming from under above
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