Inside of an ambigous picture
reaching for the water front,
She is vanishing.
Out of the human mind.
Out of the colorless corner
of the ununderstanding silhouettes.
Sun's child, crying, enduring the
utmost coldbloodedness of burning
desire she once had.
Blue and black is the surface of the sea,
like sky is black, filled with waves.
She does not know,
whether it's the moon spilling
its grey fibers across the landscape,
or it is a water dragon spitting
its silver-like flames
throughout the upcoming morning.
They come and go,
they yell because they know,
what's the weary history behind
her lost eyes.
'Reason will not lead to solution,
she will end up lost in confusion,'
'till the raved waters remain still,
like her heart is still,
like her soul is spilled,
in thousands of frozen drops
of the noisy silence.
... already sleeping,
dreaming the dream of sea;
she lives in a puddle of feelingless regret,
trying to make it alive,
adleast before the night dies.
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ah, jos se ne znam izrazavati pjesnicki na tom jeziku.
Post je objavljen 29.06.2006. u 00:57 sati.