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Tuesday, August 30, 2011

letters (I let myself to rest!)


my swords… my wounds…
my slowly bleeding life.

the last drop of rain
trapped in the spider net.
the thunder resonates
and scatters in the distant echoes.
the rainbow drinks my tears

o blessed emptiness!

wind rustles through the wheat
and settles by my feet.

barefooted spirits of the plains,
my long forgotten friends,
kneels
by the puddle of me.

I let myself to rest!

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