woensdag 16 maart 2011


We wave to the sun
while standing on a immaculate beach
While the distant light dies
We enter the state of peach

A fractal part of chaos
The tiniest bits correlate
She is the flux in my algorithm
She rattles up my binary state
She’s a delicate thing
She kisses angel wings
She undoes my eyes of sand
I feel redeemed again

We dance in gardens of trust
Yet build fences around it
Can we bleach my sky?
Make it consistence
Never again a solitary day
Will we kiss the future of just fade away?
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