Friday, November 18, 2011

Birds In Gust


Birds In Gust

Trying to hold on to my branch
Like a multicolored leaf in the fall breeze
My mind in the future, my heart in the past
The horizon is too far; try to focus on my feet
Clutching the mist, for as long as it lingers
Infatuated with the crisp twinkle of the stars
My skin tattooed by your scent
Spinning dizzyingly as I crash to Earth 

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