~*~

What broken joys

unachievable

in the belief to defy millenia

and furthermore shut one's eyes for the world

when the protected surge of the hours each morning

like it's light always stand anew...


With a roaring furnace in my valise

and a garden full of golden apples

how could I asleep this far wander...?

(Patrique 19/08/09)

LPWJ eng version 20/08/09

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