vendredi, 09 septembre 2011
A TRAIL ON THE PALM
How far doesn't matter
When time and length avoid themselves
There's only one single return
Poets call it the beautiful journey
Back to the deepness
Crossing firestorms of ice
Walking through desert fields
Hypnotising seas of wonder
Just to see the colour of their eyes
Dancing under your skin
Crystal flesh of the wind
This tremendous inner caress
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