sâmbătă, 20 decembrie 2014

 neterminata #142
butterfly from the mud, escaped
to fly to the light and shine itself,
feelings got bright colours as wings
would it still be where it is?
i watched it's drops falling to the ground
i've heard it smashing the wind
you got wings, ..and my hands,
i can't get higher than trees.


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