A Mémoire
Your hands are my cage, my soul a prisoner, break me free.... amplify my freedom.
Monday, October 3, 2011
The contrast between colors is much visible,
the hues transcendent vividly,
as our distance grows immensely,
a overpowering dignity.
I remember we used to laugh,
to walk together,
with similar thoughts,
a vital complexion.
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