Thursday, August 18, 2011
I think positively like leisure,
Surprising like the clock;
A sunlight took my spirits
Jostling in the dark,
Opening a fair stream of waters.
Pellets of sunlight shot through
The branches and struck the ground.
To strike the ground we die over and over,
Smelling repulsive scents of bliss afterwards.
Caught by the breeze, a star such as ours
Feels in a warmth, feels in an emotion.
Strong stars are stronger than miles,
Planets rock on the clock.