vineri, 17 februarie 2017


and no moon meets the stars
there's planty of them caught
in a while, the eye is then
faster than a speed runner
who starts his battle with the time
like mice when they are followed
by the hungry cats
the small sphere above the nose
makes all that happened
like a spear cutting out 
the wind 
to reach
the target
into the shortest time
possible to mean
when it's been throw it away
by the archer.
the tree is still standing
by the time when
it touches his coat
it shakes a while
but it doesn't broke up
not like all those women
who doesn't have a clue
by manly feelings
that you put in through.

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