I had a shape of a bird
and flew forward
My angels wings                                  

were fire in the setting sun
describing draws in the sky; Things!
deep memories colosed as a son
that gows in the womb
Somewhere mu cold tomb
hide bones
Undone
by the brezze  of times
Undone? yeah undone!
Dusty
dust tio dust as the story goes
cold tears mourning sliding to the toes
and the wind of dead scrools up my soul
and the flesh dry while i'm in the sky as a soul      
Undone!

Jorge d'alte



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