“Running through my veins the sweet poison of love
That can transform a crow into a dove
Burning the incandescent flower
That can transform a thought into power
Feeling the scars drawn into your heart
That can tranform a road into a map
Welcoming the one you really are
That will transform a stone into a star”
He stared at those words hanging on the wall,written here on a huge painting.He didn’t know what to think about it.He was trying to marry the words together.He married « love » with « dove »
Published on June 18, 2009 03:00