Sunday, January 9, 2011

Birds and Horses

Fleeting footsteps of the birds that sound like horses',
I'm eating my time using a spoon of tolerance
and a fork of tenses

I haven't been tapped by happiness for the longest time
might strip its definition with a drop of lime

Dance with me whiteness
cover everything with your candy-sprinkled promises...

10-3-10

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