Einhorn

Like every other story teller, I just fail to ignore the call of untold stories, so I narrate...

Sunday, December 28, 2008

For All It Is Worth

A flow
of time, of life, of blood, of words;
A flare
of colors, of memories, of notions, of moods;
A flame
of a desire, of a birth, of a fire, of a hope;
A life
you hold in the palm of your hands;
A dance
your feet keep dancing for the whole eternity;
A smile
matching perfectly only your lips;

your one and only chance for alle the pain
and all the joy in the world.

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