Twee manen
Nothing remains
Blue faces of flowers - bow towards soil
made of tiny white teeth - where a giant
mouth opens slowly - ready to swallow
them all - one by one stumble and fall.
I stand on the edge - on a fleshy red lip -
walk over lips - like beautiful cliffs - see
deep down two eyes - the eyes of a child
like two beams of light who ask me to stay:
"Don't fear the face - don't fear the face"
while I look at those flowers - fading away.
(c)2008 Gronama
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