terça-feira, 22 de outubro de 2013

Wut wut

After the long sound of the trees
Did the wind finally speak it's words
Take the journey upon your shoulders
It claimed that no path was straight enough
To ever walk upright all of the time
And that moments would come
When the earth would be closer than the sky
And that all that there was to be left alone
Was ressentment - That
Was to be thrashed and scattered away
From the foolish fear of being a fool -
So did the trees sound silently
Whispering concordance with the wind
One sat alone the fire that iluminated the night
One to be, one and I.

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