txandi, prostituida por la vida | life, prostituted by txandi: Dry

1.27.2012

Dry

Arid desert sky.

In fear I see, I do not know why.

I wish on my own I could fly.

Deny the murmur. Screams die.

Paradise in disguise.

Sadly, I do not recognize.

Perception of you must suffice,

until in you and reality, I arise.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...: Good to see you still writing Txandi. We used to follow each other long time ago.. 2005-2006 time :) I was just revisiting some old posts and saw your comment there. Hope all is well. Write if you feel like to gooseholes@gmail.com; 31.5.12

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