Friday, May 22, 2009

Every Single Thing Matters Now

So this is it
Catching fire from the ocean

Every night
I slither down the mountains
And take watery course to your banks
To become the flower of your dream

Unceremoniously every flower returns
To the arcades where my memories
Linger in thousand mirrors
To the flicker of your sighs

In your impossibilities
Time finds its cul-de-sac

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