miércoles, 8 de agosto de 2012

so quiet

Behind the curtains,
in the white shadows
my soul is laying,
prisoner of that precise moment
that you cross my line.
The perfect circle passing all over again
traveling so quiet, so softly
like a sword in the calm skin
passing thru the dark blood
of the insecurities
becoming a torment
that I can serve
just for now

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