Saturday, 9 May 2009

No nations suits me


Command me



Command me

to turn as an ocean

Davila

All my emotion

Get tangle tangle

And thickly, thickly

Davila,


I don’t like this

Lonely nation

Davila,


Each direction

Divide you and me

Denude you and me

Making friction

Davila…



Command me

To turn as an ocean

Davila…


Separation left

Me in desperation

Davila …


No nation suits

Me to stay

In isolation

From you

Davila..


Lonely lonely

Davila ..

This shore makes

Me leanly

Davila;


Don’t leave

Me low and

Low as

Lonely being

Davila




Command me

To turn as an ocean

Davila


I’ll reach your nation

Davila....




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