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En début de matinée
The quest inside the mind
Foggy swirls of thought
Passing by at dawn
On crooked paths of sand
The remains of yesterday
Liquid pieces of past sense
Moulded into clear shapes
Eventually
Heading upstream
Foggy swirls of thought
Passing by at dawn
On crooked paths of sand
The remains of yesterday
Liquid pieces of past sense
Moulded into clear shapes
Eventually
Heading upstream
Published 18th Sep 2013
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18th Sep 2013 8:19pm
18th Sep 2013 8:22pm
Thanks John! Much appreciated. And a man with a film noir ava, I have no fear of following ;-)
Anonymous
19th Sep 2013 00:55am
Perfectly well scribed with tones of reflective sadness, well done!
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