Archive for September 19th, 2008

I hear your mumble

in the silence resting

in front of my door

may be I am apt

to hear your words

send by rustling leaves

I lay there on my bed

deep into my thoughts

I know you will step once

and will caress my hairs

Hearing is such an effortless pie

fantasizing drops into dew

sparkling on green silent life

in brightness of tickling dreams.

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