The time has come to leave my home,
and be just like a seed of love...
A long day
Begins the same as others...
You're like everyone else.
you get fooled by good words...
Behold the seconds ticking away,
while the minutes pass by...
May be I was a blanket for the sky:
obscure too dark... filled with light...
A cricket
chirping...
People have picked me up
from a dusty shelf...
The image of a lighthouse in an eerie peace
of blue water looking cold even when it's warm...
Remember that roof at the top of the hill
where the silence grew thick...
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i don't think the soul lives in our eyes...
I can't erase the
raised by women alone stain...
Life,
Precious as it might be...