sábado, 2 de junio de 2012

I

Feel

The

Captivating

Sentence

Of

The clocks

When

They

Sink

My

Desolation

Into

A

Darkened

Embankment

And

Hide

This

Insomnia

Over

The worn skin

Of a photography

Where

Perhaps

The eternity

Is fleeting

And

Her

Beauty

Remains

In

What

Is

Unknown