Photos of "Autumn", although we are in winter
This is one of the first trees I wrote and never published, is that xD I have hidden trees
HAD MAGNOLIAS
Do you stop to look
evening reflections in the water, and water
at night?
not you remember anything, I stir
guts
always remember never understand, hieroglyphic
unhappy.
Sometimes they come by my
winter evenings
died on the soles of our feet
beachfront and cold tender
and secrets surround the sand always brings with it
scales, mermaids, shells and hooks
does not smile much
people entering the premises must ask: Will
teeth?
I remember a place, far,
undisturbed soils had green magnolias fragile.
Its scent often mistreats me, brings me memories
sounds
and more than a scent, stab the soul
and it's not your fault tree
strange flowers tall. There
magnolias, with eyes
had distances,
walls were a shelter or a prison and mysterious thud
larks flight landing
in your arms and crying down soles also
color painting in the evenings,
I can assure you and recognize that these soils are recorded
on the map of my feet. We also
kissed my hands with my eyelashes
chunk of my life I sat in
delayed you, you were holding me
chair had all your extension in my legs I had you
and had magnolias.
HAD MAGNOLIAS
Do you stop to look
evening reflections in the water, and water
at night?
not you remember anything, I stir
guts
always remember never understand, hieroglyphic
unhappy.
Sometimes they come by my
winter evenings
died on the soles of our feet
beachfront and cold tender
and secrets surround the sand always brings with it
scales, mermaids, shells and hooks
does not smile much
people entering the premises must ask: Will
teeth?
I remember a place, far,
undisturbed soils had green magnolias fragile.
Its scent often mistreats me, brings me memories
sounds
and more than a scent, stab the soul
and it's not your fault tree
strange flowers tall. There
magnolias, with eyes
had distances,
walls were a shelter or a prison and mysterious thud
larks flight landing
in your arms and crying down soles also
color painting in the evenings,
I can assure you and recognize that these soils are recorded
on the map of my feet. We also
kissed my hands with my eyelashes
chunk of my life I sat in
delayed you, you were holding me
chair had all your extension in my legs I had you
and had magnolias.
Charlie.
.
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