quinta-feira, 4 de julho de 2013

Lone Wolf

Lone Wolf

Caravan of white lions in the cornfield
paths in the epic journey of the Pony
pound Scarlet travels the branch
source kisses will never forget

Lone Wolf walks in silence diary
the two sides of the bell are the highlight
waterfall in the face in antiquary
retouching diary with memories jumping

pos behind your eyes
in the whispers of my dreams
in the middle of the woods reds
live lost in his ways

gloves crisp prowling the moose
empty words in the bushes Hope
count the stars for their face
your body versed in my child's face.

Arthur Nett

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