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| Can you paint a drama sky? |
I’ve removed the rest
of the colours from my
frame of mind
to be more of the
November kind
since I am always
one thought too far
from the actual month.
The windows take their
fanciful sights
these nights,
off go the lights
in me, my cloudy
tendencies overcast
most of my acquaintances
so there’s few
how-are-yous
painted in between.
White lies keep falling though,
Or is it this year’s first snow?
Can your whispers blow
in cuddly breezes all around me?
Can you whisper the usuals as fondly as he?
Whoever named this month
November must have found
themselves a frequent consorter
of their fireplace
with no ember burning
as hauntingly as love.
Despite the howls
of the reality outdoors,
or the fact that a heart
manages many human colours alright
but it is never skillful enough
with its own green monster.
I‘ve drowned the rest
of the stars in black wine
made from the darkest sort of
fire-fuel, both his and mine.
Can you paint a drama sky
outside me?
Can you paint it as delicately as he?
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| Epilog |
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Počet úprav: 3, naposledy upravil(a) 'toomey', 01.11.2006 21:36.
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01.11.2006 20:38
 Bix 
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White lies keep falling though,
Or is it this year’s first snow?
with no ember burning
as hauntingly as love.
I´ve had this. I can see it through.
But does it mean MORE to you or LESS?
je to more alebo les?
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01.11.2006 21:32
 toomey
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means being alive * |
02.11.2006 16:30
Bix
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Got it :o) |
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