samedi, 04 décembre 2010
ALL SEE NO SHORE
Whose blind can see
The smell of transparency
The flavour of translucency
In the limpidity of the night
Emerald is just the fruit
Of a midnight painting
A rollercoaster ride
On an endless plain
In a rainy mood
Fountains of napalm
Are throwing fireworks play
Like bricks of perfume
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