sunnuntai 1. helmikuuta 2015

I breathe

Fog grow eyes,
than two lantern
lighthouse island.
Behold, I stand at the edge of
dark ravine, and tremble.
I breathe and live,
losing a lot, a little bit
causing. I am far away,
one of the bend
the life cycle.

Sometimes I was just a girl,
until I got a woman forms.
The summer was warm sweet,
and I was then as now,
writer depressed.

When everything to lose,
and the slick is
a rock beneath your feet.
So when I travel with caution.
I have so much I want to,
but hand in hand with you,
if you walk through. then
for a moment I could be
the happiest.

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