Tuesday, October 30, 2012

Sometimes

sometimes i see your face
on children's eyes, on women's lips, on mothers' caress
on curly hairs
running like river waves
from the mountains of the gods
and purple rains.

you're a meditation
in the center of my mind.
like a third eye blind
and blinking to the stars
you fold your wings
like a butterfly.



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