niubi
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aching language of spring rains
behind, but near
could winter manipulate
the vision felt before the soaring vision hidden in the shadow of the forest
a dream flood of life beating
delicate moments past
whispering delirious winds on a lake
beside, under the sky
gardens of lust, screams of whom on raw days
bare storms gone rust
why are they like red, frantic mists
boy she drives smooth white
chants through elaborate pictures
from beauty, moon
the urge of music always beneath
drunk skies, weak shining light
the glint of a mad knife
aching language of spring rains
2003.07.16
behind, but near
could winter manipulate
the vision felt before the soaring vision hidden in the shadow of the forest
a dream flood of life beating
delicate moments past
whispering delirious winds on a lake
beside, under the sky
gardens of lust, screams of whom on raw days
bare storms gone rust
why are they like red, frantic mists
boy she drives smooth white
chants through elaborate pictures
from beauty, moon
the urge of music always beneath
drunk skies, weak shining light
the glint of a mad knife
aching language of spring rains
2003.07.16
