sâmbătă, 31 decembrie 2016
Last day of the year
Emotion
Must be
A stringless kite
As it should be
Forever free
And slightly mad
It's been a cruel year
And now I only long for
The wild sea
A sea that cuts fogs
And sadness
A sea named after everything
And anything
That connects us
I'm packing the winter
And bringing you June
Unlike our October
Slightly more real
And less tragic
Whispering to your playlist
I take your hand
One last day of crossing waters
28 days
Until my skin
Will burn brightly
Pigments of thunder
Onto yours.
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