Monday, April 04, 2005
The foolish road
The new sunset
is the sun
in regard to the falling twig
Off the horizon
the depths of river show,
in the playful center of the park
We emphasize pulling,
still we ride the horse so beautifully
Writing by the light of the oleanders.
In my war
the bowels of my aesthetics
makes the land of quantity
hide under the leaf
The foolish road is painted.
On the road of the river
is where I think of victory, of you
I look at that and you walk across
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