to live, is to die with a smile
wonder the world and discover, it's mysterious.
August 14, 2008
blue fires
what are they
what do they see
those cold blue eyes
those haunting phantom mimes
what do they see
through that clear sea
what do they imagine
among that wide margin
who do they inspire
with those blue fires
nothing but me, everything around me
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