Sunday, December 9, 2012

Dear Banks, you are my sea.

You can be a holding sign as seas stand still
in front of me
we cry together
Paul knows we cry•
these boats sway
you see
but which boat wants to be swallowed by the whole stream
so this is how boats come in some certain depth
you see
they only want to feel the air on the large blue sea
but if a boat wishes to be the navy one
it has to watch blue hearts deep inside theirselves
you see
you see only water
in front of the sea I've got my hands
how can you impress again my blue blue heart?

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