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Tuesday, 5 April 2016

Dreary of the eyes

What do you call those eyes
lost in the blackness of
the world haunted by  humans ,
afraid to swallow the stars too bright .
Where the innocence hides
beneath the bruises turning to blue
and the sparkle just floats surging
with waves that never reaches the shore...

Posted by Unknown at 06:22
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