I am a speed dialled emotion an ex-employee from hell my name is written in capitals all over narrow alley walls where blood traded its lingered beauty in kind
the wind envies me for the way I blow into oblivion the unforgettable truth and its reason
disguised in a moment of adorned power a flightless bird is flapping its wings out of instinct
this is the apology of a tsunami on the peaceful shore of a Sunday morning my trail is a promise
2 comments:
e f fain :)
..stepping on my own nerve:)
ta laur!
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