2008-03-07
my time...
Courtesy of Janna's fairytale...
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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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