jueves, 15 de septiembre de 2011

Dear silence

Will you go?
Silence.
Prudence to talk.
Dark side of the moon floating over the air,
inside my mind.
I'll take your hand darling.
I'll close your fears factory with my fingertips
as I put them inside your fire...
and I'll let my lips rest above yours,
between yours,
beneath your pink thin riveshores
while I keep your lost eyelook
sticked into my heart.

But will you go?
Dear silence
sister of the top of the clouds
while they rain
and nobody above them knows where at land
we would stil have a dry place
to love us this night.

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