Friday, August 2, 2013
sunday at four ayem
(c) z m evensen
spring 2013
i have this universe all to myself
this sunday dawn -- alone.
it is the time of loudest silence
and a space for quietest tears.
there is no traffic in the spectrum
between the sadness and the smiles.
it is time to wish for something
like being stardust in your eyes.
--24apr1994
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