sâmbătă, 19 februarie 2011

“Animism”




A stone has begged me
To warm it up inside my hand
As it is very gloomy
Alone and sick

The stone was so small
And it had blue glances
With frozen tears
Because of the unfaithful loves

The stone was warm
And in my hand
I felt its heart
Beating again

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