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| Posted: 19 Nov 2010 06:08 PM PST speak to me memory the language of seagulls behind the hills behind the sweating sight beds of sand tatooed by sudden wind curved and open crevices particles of the skin of earth with snake linear language where the path into the cliff blue turns white foaming air seeped through the stones ethereal as moans of [...] |
| Posted: 19 Nov 2010 06:08 PM PST abandoned forever with this unmarked serenity here the sea as translucent tiny river where dry river becomes sea with lean stones without marks of aqua passage only a graphic stream of sorrowful light lean light that brings panoramic essence to this mercurial space and then joins down below the sea of meadows transformed to virgin [...] |
| Posted: 19 Nov 2010 06:08 PM PST her like formed pearl in an ocean of darkness let us finish the time diaphanous touch like bleeding light transparent as velvet underground music but without touch all is vain seascapes and sea-gates her eyes to enter breaths and curtains and rainbow carnations of tender martyrdoms chocolate martinis and Baileys as balsam in the Intermezzo [...] |
| Posted: 19 Nov 2010 06:07 PM PST in your bedouvin eyes brightness falls and i retreat to my shades of abstruction and like a deer frosen by the earlier beam ob light i wait for your next move your next bloom in the dessert of my life as a rage of the one that loves you passions and whispers into the ever [...] |
| Posted: 19 Nov 2010 06:07 PM PST She watched, paralyzed and numb as a thousand stars hit the ground with a sound only she could hear. The world became dark – for how long, she cannot remember. Yet, a spark remained, which grew into a glimmer of hope, that lit up the night sky. This – a new beginning, with eyes to [...] |
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