joi, 3 ianuarie 2013

Painflowers

I get closer to myself
When picking painflowers
Still, I'm just a spoiled child
Naughty
Absent when they taught us happiness
An old church on the hill
And the bells crying
Sidewalks with sleepy pedestrians
I just woke up
Crushed by heavy petals
Clutching the thorns
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