duminică, 14 februarie 2016

Hunter of shadow

Alone in a world of words
I'll separe the waves
From the front of the house
i'll built from me eye
the sand women's shoulder
and built steps.
to another sky

I am a shadow's hunter
withought monocle
or a silver scepter
in snake shape.
.Dear Death if you read this
never step back
through my wet trembling sights
neither my forgot toungue
never don't put balsam on it
as the venin of a frozen down day of it.
Never neither don't put the bell
Of a Cathedral of cross-words song.

Leave me fresh as i was
and again
Me mind Eye
trough the lips of another sky
in a plumb city sight
I will reborn as an eagle shape
Of my lonely sky

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