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the possibility of a new basement
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by heghedus camelia [cam]

2007-02-22 | |

only the child’s tireless voice
his lisping and heavenly noise
still remained to relieve the angels shoulders
to tickle the God’s feet while marking new borders

all at once, he draws five rose leaves around your bare heart
after that turns unto the rest of his play finding out a new start
when your eyes phosphorescently watch over his sleep
the watercolor from your clownish cheek
easily sizzles under a love tear
unto the giant moon, lullabies will raise clear

next morning he will arrange the bones’ engraves
will unfold the meaning of this puzzle in full swing
he will water the thoughts hidden in your head like precious slaves
those lonesome birds that lost the courage to take hold of wings

join him inside the Greater Bear and heal your infancy’s scars
he only wants to be your cabby
do accept his unit for measuring the distance between stars
chip out a piece of sky with his magic knife
when everybody will say that you got crazy
you’ll just have won a new basement of life

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