Roses

Home of roses Through my dreams Through unbroken memories Spring of roses Spring of chanted melodies I’m still holding on From the emptiness In a bottle Flowing roses I will follow the trace Novia, 2014

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Outer Space Alien

I used to think that someday I'll be flying high, to the moon or so Chasing cumulonimbus in blue, racing with helium in the sky Across the atmosphere, the line that defines humanity I am no superhero that saves the day I'm not a warrior, hurries for space war Armageddon just have to wait until …

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