November 24, 2011

About You

You that always smiling a little is that you always drown me in a dream.
I call your name mostly always that consists of several consonants,
grabbed me from every ritual of time.
I let you stand up from the farthest distance from the reach of my tremulous hand, so that I can freely pay attention to you.
my feelings have reached the limit of pain, who danced in the shadows along the glass of tears.
but continue to try to accept that you never have and never had a name.

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