Sunday, August 23, 2009


begin to ignore it since a while
begin to draw a new sketch on a new canvas
try to walk away but still
it follows around, clinging like reflection on the ground

it sparks but dimmed in seconds
then it light and ignites but soon it faded
leave it down and wish
it vaporizes with the windy sunset

screaming yet it has no vibe
sit still in silent and it keeps on whispering
wrote it all the way down the silver beam
then the gold one swap it away

wishes that time machine do exist
will write down a whole different scene
but decide to leave it to history
and put it on album called LIFE

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