Clara Luzia
Electric Light
snowflakes dance like butterfliesand tiny tears of joy and sorrow fill myeyessnowflakes turn to water as they touch the groundso come down but better notarriveI find comfort in sorrowI find pleasure in joyand i find it so hardto pick one of the twoit's getting dark in the afternooonI use electric light all day in my roomit casts my shadows on the walland makes me sit in plato's cave
From Letras Mania