My spirit rises,
Off the plate,
In front of me.
And drifts over,
To the s***e,
Where she waits.
She speaks a language,
Distilled by time,
To nothing more than.
Elbow and wink,
Let in the light.
But obstruct my view
Kiroteque 16.08.2013
Off the plate,
In front of me.
And drifts over,
To the s***e,
Where she waits.
She speaks a language,
Distilled by time,
To nothing more than.
Elbow and wink,
Let in the light.
But obstruct my view
Kiroteque 16.08.2013