"Our words are our witness" ..:)
delight of the loneliness
hidden in your skull
grown in the fields of life
and they are our threats
your eyes are closed being
Insensitive...of my soul
fragile as glass
strong as the roots
of a tree hundreds years old
I live in a romantic air,
my words exaggerate the reality with colour of red,red,red.
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