Thursday, June 22, 2017

Water my eyes

Water my eyes with joy and sunsets, hold my palms for whatever comes next. We only break when we take a sudden stop now, but if we go fast, we'll make it to the end somehow. The wind is my language and I don't know how to speak, what to say and what words to seek. The moon wanted to kiss my ears so I would learn how to listen what's inside, the sun stroke my skin so I would understand I can't - no more - hide.

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