PLAYGROUND SWING
How fragile is life
When foam comes out
With happiness
When foams comes out
Through the mouth
Of extradited secrets
Decorating the bridges
And tall buildings
Of the cities in your mind
A rope
Is only an instrument
Of distance
A knot
Is what happens
With careless breathing
A bridge can serve
As a roof
A bridge is
A pendulum
Thursday, November 05, 2009
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