That's my soul up there


Every beat of the flagpole rope
is a pascal less in the chest subpression

And the wind won't stop


Every thread from the rag torn off
is a ring less in the heart heraldry

And the wind won't stop



Please,
give me the grey heaven
with no outlines
that seems not move at all




Poetry by Telesforos
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Written on 2010-05-04 at 01:21

Tags Soul  Pain  Peace 

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