14 de octubre de 2014

do you ever hear me calling

you're not a touching poem.
                                                  you're not the first teadrop.
you're not a wild flower.
                                                  you're not the last sunshine.
you're not a painful song.
                                                  you're not the moon
                                                                                   (in my darkest nights.)
you're not.

 [you're somewhere out there, somewhere far away]

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