#81
18/11/07 20:08 Filed in: poetry
longing... a case of selenity.
at least there is a desirable quarter in every hour nailing me on my toes.
at least after my memory I can vanish in voluntary allusions and embody your aura because you were there when I spontaneously boomed.
And your emeraldine accent on shy landmarks gently laced a timeless lapse over me; so permenant and yet so imaginary.
effect. in-spiration.
at least there is a desirable quarter in every hour nailing me on my toes.
at least after my memory I can vanish in voluntary allusions and embody your aura because you were there when I spontaneously boomed.
And your emeraldine accent on shy landmarks gently laced a timeless lapse over me; so permenant and yet so imaginary.
effect. in-spiration.