sexta-feira, 6 de julho de 2012

Sleep...and wake up with the birds



You can sleep. Sleep in my arms. 
Like a baby bird. 
Like a broom among brooms... 
in a broom closet. 
Like a tiny parrot. 
Like a whistle. 
Like a little song. 
A song sung by a forest... 
within a forest... 
a thousand years ago.


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