peace the island where I live is free with the arrows I glide with the vin to swim because I’m blind and crooked in the story I write in my world I walk with crutches with a hump to crump in the holiness of the full moon the wind is struggling blowing the island where i live is in silence no words needed in this space and hands of Braille searching for more asking to heaven for an answer and the October blues in every month as water-paint to flow the swallows make their nests in the sound like a Psalm my island is a small half-way desert with the way to heaven to above planet are like balloons it feels strange on my balcony heaven so nearby and not shadows of the moon I know earthly turning point is made not more afraid in the grace of heaven my island is my Universe the son is my ladder AZETTIENNE 2013/08/21 /Jurgen Uijterdyck ( copyrights, ameen, 2014, original in south-african by AZETTIENNE 2013/08/21, thanks and grace to her)
Posted on: Wed, 25 Jun 2014 01:02:58 +0000
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