I need time
dreams that inhabit the rocks
of the long road that sdraino trees
I need poetry
of strokes among the rising thrill
and you feel a kite and runs away
poetry burning words
leave emotions
leave ink stains
between the fingers of a timeless melody.
A path opens before
naked green hedge of regret
I need to immerse myself in his clothing
veils of forgetfulness and hair-shirt of wisdom
appointment in the dark
humble companion
and every time I gaze looks out the window
a slow breath free me from this cage.
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