Wednesday, April 05, 2006

Down To The Sky


Pushing up the bright sun.
Cold sun turned to a crystal
Crystal heart with a broken stone.
Stone in my heart trying to fall in love.
Sixty times with empty hands
Sixty things turn me down.
Ready to make a brand new move
A move that last forever.
A move that keep me alive.
Give me something to feel.
Something that you don't wanna kill.
Before the skies falling

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2 Noises:

At Tuesday, April 11, 2006 1:41:00 PM, Blogger Sphinx said...

What a nice poem, M. I like it alot! Hope all is well with you in Poland. :-)

At Sunday, April 16, 2006 6:48:00 PM, Blogger . nothing . said...

Thanks M.. hehe, actually you don't want to know the way how I created this poem, 'cause you wouldn't believe me ;-)

PS: Poland was great!


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