No pen, no ink, no table, no room, no time, no quiet, no inclination.

-James Joyce-

Sabtu, 12 Oktober 2013

on The Beach


on The Beach

In the wind, on the ocean
I feel you, the wind you in
Fly in the wind, drown in the ocean
I fly to you, I feel the wind
I drown in you , to you I fly
You, the wind, the ocean, my own
I drown, unfloatin not even dry
Ocean of love, o love wear the crown
Through the unseen, through our aching
You’ll be the queen, I’ll be the king

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