2008-02-15
senses
Just want to sit down, relax..
Feel the fresh air..
See the sun rise and set..
Hear the songs of the wind and the trees..
Taste..
Smell..
..the sweetness of life!
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somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond any experience, your eyes have their silence: in your most frail gestures are things which enclose me, or which i cannot touch because they are too near...
nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals the power of your intense fragility: whose texture compels me with the colour of its countries, rendering death and forever with each breathing...
(i do not know what it is about you that closes and opens; only something in me understands the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses) nobody, not even the rain, has such small hands.
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