Saturday, 3 May 2008

Paranoa : An ode to Grass I

Strumming in silence

In these shores of tranquility;

Walking in circles

In this road to eternity.

Flying,

Without wings

In search of

My silhoutte dreams.


Running away from the toxicity,

Over shards of sand,

The scream

Resounding in the vacuum.


Faint light

I receive from the morning moon,

In this thirst-filled desert

To guide me home!

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