quarta-feira, outubro 17, 2012

Dust, sweat and light

touched and left a mark on a grain of dust that was never touched
Particles lifted, allured by reluctance in asserting oneself
Salty sweat dripping from wavering white locks of hair
Light trespasses the perfect deformity of a single drop
From a glow that will fade away within a synchronized illusion

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