samedi, 12 février 2011
UNFASHIONABLE
Modernism is a fruit of time
Nobody knows where time begins
So what time is it
If you consider
That time is only
A move of the mind
Sending arrows in circle
Times run around my lips
As the wind no longer blows
Seating on the edge of the fire
Shaping the rain
With glimpses of the earth
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