A SLIDE
I have slid on a seizure of the windTo spume-blindness where my fear became
A whirling without chronicle or end
There I circled and bent the thought of time
There I circled and bent the thought of time
posted by le piaf | 10:15 PM
le piaf
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About Me
- Name: le piaf
A words trier, a stormy sea sailor, a jazz lover, a painting admirer, a poetry parser, a gig addict, a scent seeker, a harmony balancer. Or perhaps, a philanthropy practitioner, a knowledge seeker, a common grounds searcher, a truth resolver. Otherwise, tiny and frail creature who lives in deeds, not years. In thoughts, not breaths. In feelings, not in figures on a dial. And who also counts time by heartthrobs. Because most lives who thinks most, feels the noblest, acts the best.
- BECAUSE OF THE RAIN
- I'VE THOUGHT
- THE DEATH
- I WANT
- ЗАД ЛИНИИТЕ И БОИТЕ
- THE STRING THEORY
- SOLITUDE
- ПОСЛЕДНИОТ МОДЕРНИСТ
- THE STORYTELLER
- LET THE WIND CARRY YOU
Friday, January 08, 2010
I have slid on a seizure of the windTo spume-blindness where my fear became
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