mercredi, 07 septembre 2011
MY SPARKLING SIDE
Life can be spent
Like white bread
Being slowly cooked
In an endless fire
Atomic senses
New taste and smell
Familiar as ever
During centuries
Breathing flames
Of perfume and incense
In the smooth gesture
Of an instantaneous smile
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