Friday, 12 October 2012


maybe you're close to the wet cognition,
say my regards to rain, did you 
hold, restless droplets on 
the palm, did you feel
me in the smell 
of wet soil, 
on the 
damp veranda, didn't you see the alone
pigeon, searching the shelter for 
hide, that's nothing except
my emotion, roving
to touch your 
did you look the unexpected intensive -
clouds, floated in nomadic way 
just above the hanging 
chopped kite, you 
know, my 
on that moment, tried to reach near you,
to show the wounded spirit - - 

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