Tangerine
Sat down
whistling about the avenue
take the strained
tea leafs
change your thoughts
like shoes
into the garden
time to eat the strange
icing against the wall
we turn into
another day
the sun is coming
ecstasy
on the waves
my fascination
flying in the wind
nothings going to be
the same
wipe your glasses
clean
Tuesday, 4 October 2011
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