Every wave, every piece of sand,
every floating word;
connected by the winds trot.
I've been slain by every floating leaf,
blown by the sky's breath;
suffocated by the ash of our origin.
Only to love my light head and bleeding sleeve.
Every countless star, every seas reflection,
glimmer misdirection.
There's only one sun, only one moon,
only one you.
Monday, August 13, 2012
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