Montag, 9. Januar 2017

no sense

The real
whether in the wind
the hope
in itself
as raindrops
to drop
in the middle
in the earth
one 's own
mind

Also in icy
cold I
can me
not help
i think
do you live
inside me

Sometimes
to meet
I you
for a
while and
I adorn
to me
your soul
if I
your eyes
search the
me in
my soul
the wound
depth
to meet
should

Though I know
it would be you
rather
that we are
never encountered
would be
I do
Yours
Mind
no sense

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