Just a secret, that slips off the shoulder
Harsh warm words, frozen water on the burnt tongue
A pinch, cold ice held towards the sun
That I wish I could tell
Just a secret, that slips off the shoulder
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I am the only one who can possibly make it to the mountain peak. The one that decides the colour of the sky. The wind couldn’t bother with me, but then it realized I couldn’t be bothered by it.
Im an avid night reader – so I can sleep well. I meditate so I can sleep well, but don’t need any of the sleep post that. No I will not tell you that I levitate.
I dance well when put on fire. I can turn myself into water, and ofcourse you know science, so I can change myself into the wind.
About me
Im the one that rhymes the words, I give it their meaning and then frame them so as to be meaningless.
My instinct is better than that of an animal. Cats are afraid of me, tigers roll with me, the leopard bows from a distance.
I paint blind…and that is when I can see the colour.
I cannot draw, but if you look deep into my eyes ill give you your perfect sketch.
I have only just started to become, who I could be.
Another one bites the Dust
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2 comments:
Wonderful words....
Hi, very interesting post, greetings from Greece!
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