The birth of words
Thoughts are so complete!
Alone we are...
Small wings move fast.
A simple thought has got so many words,
impossible to collect.
Up they go, down they come,
those tiny little wings,
invisible to the eye,
almost unreachable...
Only a small piece of the subconsciousness can catch them,
and put they down on a piece of paper.
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Clairobscurposted on 06/02/2007
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