miércoles, 13 de mayo de 2015

Half made

Made of paper
and comes the rain
and we get wrinkled
and comes the ink
and we say things we don’t really want to say.

Made of paper
and comes the wind
and we go where we don’t want to go
and comes the fire
and we are gone forever.

Made of glass
and time goes by
and we melt
and wind comes
and we hiss softly
and we howl the same lament.

Made of glass
and we break in pieces
pieces of sand and time
and we become someone else
someone for each broken piece

made of mist and fog
and we rise up to the sky
floating rivers and evaporating seas
and we are up in the sky

and we fall down and we leak.

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