sábado, 24 de março de 2012

Sweet seal in the wop

Churning running brimming like honey.
My heart.
Heaps of sugar that´s the feeling, switched onto bright morning colour, lay me out like fresh washing.
It throws rays and opens the day it runs all over me, like you made me the wick of a candle lit.
How did I get to be surrounded by so many seedless smiles, whole crunchy and alive.
Slow motion side walk breeze, if I only had a second left it would be sent giving thanks.
Hop and also happy to hope in the wop of life, in the real definition of confusion, I still grin at and hug those near who are true and willing.
Not an ounce of anger as I hear my destiny banging, many moons will see me shrivel, though I will love each one.

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