Naturel circle psykose


Talking senses

 

Every branches is spotted in a nano, movies from the past throug present and 

in a talking sense, future is  heading souls now -

I anshewed quietly with a ple of an onborn child;

 

where can I go hide when your world tell me to worry and dout

- At least tell me I didnt waste my time

 

looking throug those eyes, getting under the skin

 

A hole life in a universe senses touch ,

 

(and everyone talks different )

 

You.  You reached me

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 





Poetry by janejeII
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Written on 2009-10-07 at 13:08

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