autor:: Dharma

rubrika:: poezia

Just these days I'm comming out of my dreams,
searching for somebody to talk about nothing
with face in my hands,
just be there nowhere,
listening to each others tears
dropping to a tea cup
without making noisse.
Falling from the edge,
spearing broken wings
learning to fly again.

napísanísané:: 14.10.2005

prečítalo:: 1172 ludí