Wednesday 19 January 2011

ICE 1


My green

transparent

wings

touching with

dreaminess

your face

your cheeks

made of glass

your mouth

made of marble

your eyes

crystalline

You can`t look

at my smile

it`s enough

you feel my

gentle wings -

I crossed all

this forest,

all sea,

all mountain,

because of you.

But you can`t

see me,

frozen statue...


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