Tuesday, May 24, 2016

if i could stay in the logic of dreams
flying over a big bed like world
where the ground is soft and the colors splendid

no fall from grace there no twisted fate
only water that runs uphill and people who never die

visiting orchards always cool and sunny
blossoms spanish steps and ever clasped hands

the world ending there is no cause for alarm
because the next scene is forming and it knows
nothing old or news not heard of before

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