cosmic dust


he looked at me and the music was flowing 

the day was long and i was absent

some video tape playing the lies

of lost promises

Jupiter in the eighth

the day was young and the night empty
and i knew he will be back

like the bird to the warm places , he will be back

to a place he never been before except in his drunken dreams

or not…

the tears soft on the eyelids sadness 

this carpet is magical…

are you staying for coffee Josephine?

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