a trilogy of tales will start, maybe
with the cloudless night and stars that hide
i'll get my answer
after i pass this lonely night.
i'll never know how far words can bring
like a tortoise who requires a string
the string that's broken, mended and torn
it suffocates, as it may try to break free.
initially.
now and then.
many candles to light up the sky
a blow of wind to relegate
presto. largo.
Wednesday, 6 February 2008
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