domingo, 9 de novembro de 2008

Re-Play

Crash upon the revealing darkness
which settles within.
Combustion of forever like a sin (like me).
Ice and cold i burn from the inside!

The flaming river,
Ever running, takes a twist...
Not one single drop left to clear the mist...
All... dried out...

A new beginning?
the dawn of a different era?
A yang chapter?

Pick up the feather,
write on the blank page facing the unrevealed future.
Peace this restless soul of mine,
brake the curve,
Force it into a line...

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