joi, 3 ianuarie 2013

First miracle

Rain has left my arms
Like an orphaned child
In search of his parents
A bird raised over the sky foam
Swinging seeds of tears
Light's not smiling anymore
Revealing the past
No words
But a beating heart
With a magical voice
Will purify hell
Is this the first miracle
Or an ordinary revelation
With your kiss
Crucified?

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