Sunday, 2 August 2009

Life is soft.

Life is so soft
And it
Drips over
Your pale skin.

Through verdant vales
Caked in dew;
I will roam
These lands with you.

People are
All the same;
Lost in thrall
Of the game.

We are hard
But we float.
We breathe in;
We all choke.

The softness of life
Lines your throat;
Lights your eyes.

We are one
But removed
From the thought
That we are fused.

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