jeudi 18 mars 2010

My inner sky is blue

My inner sky is blue.

Blue like a shiny
happy morning of Spring
when the air smells
of new blossoms and dew.

I can feel the taste
of fresh bread and butter,
sweet warm milk;
the warmth of a favourite blanket
cuddled up in the corner of an old sofa.

And just like the sun
can shine heartlessly
on the morning of a cataclysm,
my heart is shining,
breathing, pumping, feeling,
and enjoying every bit of it,
while your world
is shattered and grey.

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