yellow and
blue

stones

youthful
metaphors

streaked
gallantly

across
n*ked
yards

of gods
of dogs
of the
violet
love
storms

brown
branches

brown
veins

my ears
a paperbag
of

voices

my brotherly
castles

atlas omens

dragon dreamers

my sisterly
gardens

hope
woven

in braids
by angels

in dreams
in a balloon

the new skin
cannot take
the old life

the old skin
can hold both

it is
with eternity

that i see
the dreg
spirit

my angels
eyes

the one
that hold

my angels
eyes

go white

and i am
scared

of deaath

overspoon
oversoul

of fathers

feeding
myth children
who become
real

i close
again

in
beauty

how it
hides

my
deaath

once
again

very enjoyable.
thank you. =]

thank you