Friday 27 September 2013

Beautiful skies



I wonder if Elizabeth print this memoir into the moon
about the ocean and the sand
About the bright light
She couldn't stand
while she was paralysed in her bed.
Anyway, she sky were bright on that day i bet
Like lovely eyes of lion cat,
so friendly
And she barely listened the sound in the shell he brought her as a gift
together with his heart he found
when he was searching the world.

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