Poetry
Tuesday, 28 May 2013
I saw you
stretching your bones
under the skin
soft as the moon
like a thin melody
shaking your golden hair
and fill the air with magic
then I closed my eyes
and you were still there
writing and giving light
to the silence of melancholy
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