XXVII

XXVII

Sunday, November 10, 2013

Fraction

I cannot suffer anymore
Father, mother
Of the pulse in me...
A prayer got lost in the wind
Die next to me
A sense that you were there
I'm not about to break my promise with nature
I'm not going to kill for that feeling that makes me unaware
What I crave for just the same as you
Breathe the air.  


  

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