jeudi, 06 janvier 2011
WINDTALKER
True as an eagle
Not far from a crow
The Blackfoot stands alone
In the middle of the turquoise ocean
Little Big Horn in intimacy
Memories of the wind
Are not made to last
Only to survive a bit
To shadows of the breeze
That are dreaming them
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very beautiful and delicate, moving and pure, a tiny crystal droplet of ennui a sense of flight rising while time stands still
Écrit par : tipota | jeudi, 06 janvier 2011
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