hair blusters
black hair, darkest hair
out, flash, goes the wind
sister, rush, quick goes the wind
eyelids, smooth
lines on your forehead
do I say goodbye?
I can't say
a word
stay on the kerb with me
time can run away
blink
those eyelids, smooth
let me warm your cheeks
blink
those eyelids, smooth, sister
what are you?
Sunday, 27 February 2011
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