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Author: Mireille |
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Date Posted: 10:20:57 01/20/08 Sun Gore Tex Again winds chimes in cactuses The wild plane looks empty From life and moves Even the skies are deep black Even the lone star is hiding Behind thick clouds, The dust whispers Sounds of hunting scorpios Murmurs of weaving snakes Flapping of a unique pound That reflects in red And prefigures the coming up Slight steps away or close Who knows where they are Who guesses where they go Everyone may say they are from Because, you see, this place Belongs to this devilish creature The most cruel of the rascals The most yearning of the coyotes When the sun rises up In the glowing tangerine Of a Texan new morning The pound is larger Of the bloody fresh liquid Surrounded of cluttered up banks All made of one material : bones Beware ! yours could be part of. Behind thick clouds, Even the lone star is hiding Even the skies are deep black From life and moves The wild plane looks empty Again winds chimes in cactuses [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] |