That's my soul up there
Every beat of the flagpole rope
is a pascal less in the chest subpression
And the wind won't stop
Every thread from the rag torn off
is a ring less in the heart heraldry
And the wind won't stop
Please,
give me the grey heaven
with no outlines
that seems not move at all
Poetry by Telesforos
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Written on 2010-05-04 at 01:21
Tags Soul Pain Peace
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