venerdì 8 giugno 2012

today

Unbearable noise of crashing fringes
 against the fist of a broken movement
 that's what  you are singing
 for me
 my dawn
today
that's what you are singing for me
my dawn
today

Nothing more than a chilling sound
 while I climb  up the hill ,
that's  just a simple sidelining
 to my  scratching at  the hard profile 
of the  cruelest of dealings
today.
today.
today.

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