old memery when i was born........

Beautiful imaginary line, sweet as a babies curse
Look at my face and express your anger
The weather forecast is plain as thunder storms roll in
As every living soul remains in foil, disappear into a dream
Sleeping remains calm, bodily functions evaporate into the jet stream
Sleeping under Sadie Arriba sunset, disappearing into the melancholy mythology
Of a torture soul as it expresses a winter ski trail in a middle of a blizzard
As my brother lost in child birth, screaming the waters of the dead river
Disappeared in the midst of the sea, let his body be
For no other can see his remains ever, before I fall of the summit of conclusion
i know one day i`ll meet him someday
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  • This is very pretty. :) I love the hope in "before I fall of the summit of conclusion i know one day i`ll meet him someday" :)

    A good last read before I hit the hay--thank, Imagen!
    Forget your perfect offering, there is a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in. - Leonard Cohen
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