December 2010


This word is made of

foggy mornings and

Rolls-Royce dreams.

This word is beautiful,

and damn good t it.

Its eyes are

large wild strawberries,

and its smile

Is full of chrysanthemums.

Every evening, a star

Is born within its heart.

A spectacularly small star,

but a star, nonetheless.

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