Where Conifers Rule
If mirrors weren't exposing my
Soul
I would have wept
While a lonely cloud was running
away
I asked mountains
To be my protectors
And to tell God
That I do Love Her
As if people were killed here
The mud was turned red
I saw through my sleepy eyes
An old man carrying funnel
I lost my footings
And fell into a tavern
While vultures craved for eagle’s
prey
Hideous thought were over coming
day dreams
I found utmost tranquility
In No Man’s Land
2012-04-05
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