To be seen
Let them see my
steps this afternoon
let me be seen
staring
still not to
late
time does not
end...
Breathing air
from water
forget the
madness
stop time
could not
time does not
return...
Hate the moment
when you're not
not wake up if
you're not
can we avoid a
feeling?
no sense to be
seen.
Do not forget
you a sunny afternoon
i will not let
any one time without time
quakes and
tremors
can only be
seen under the roof dirty.
Bloodstains on
the carpet
the crackle of
the stars thoug the glass
everything is
too uncertain
the time does
not return...
Hate the moment
when you're not
not wake up if
you're not
can we avoid a
feeling?
no sense to be
seen.
^^ Kais Kenneth ^^
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