Thursday, 17 January 2013

When it rained a little , and I lived a little more...

  When the mud turns dark
  And knows the taste of clouds
  Someone turns around the tall light
  Blinking at its pores
  Blinking at the softness beneath...
  the shivers brought by the breath
  of a dark drifting sky

  7:30 a.m.|winter rains
  Jan 18, 2013

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