quarta-feira, 18 de agosto de 2010

Morning

Breath in, breath out.
Fresh air into my lungs
Shivers up my mind.

Breath in, breathe out.
Blue building, tall,
Across the street,
Into the sky of blues.

Breath in, breath out.
A sight of two blue eyed blondes
Talking out boring words in.

Breath in, breath out.
And the mind doesn't mind
We're here, still and alive.

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