miércoles, 2 de diciembre de 2015

still shining the dead star

"Every tic-tac is a second of life which happens,
escapes, and does not return."
Frida Kahlo

growing inside the womb
a daisy called time
losing its leaves
running down your back
and I'm dancing
on your eyelashes
once again
trying not to sink
my toes
in the corner
of your eye

loneliness in space
I'd like to be there
core of a star
and become dust
falling in your head
a summer night
while you see me
still shining
so far
stuck in your mind

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