Distance
By: Pilo Poly

The distance spanned
Nested glass tears
In the eyelids
longing to flow
you my woman
at the end of the night

I have gone silent
when the full moon yesterday
I link to anxiety
pompous pointless
when the tears were tears asked

finally, the
on a cold night and stabbed it without a warm shawl caresses,
verse of the life I've heard from you arouse the memory of all the naughty knot. I sometimes like to make noise to sob softly palm landing a fearless advice. Tracing the reasonableness of a woman's joints at each temple lirihku. You are under God's mighty One. Accompanying the Vicegerent in the distance. I'll be damned if it was just miserable about the firm's advice was tough, Mom.

Pilo
23/03/2012