filling the hive

                for Evol and Co. with love



and there is a man
and violet he is
and his fingery vivid hands are
and he takes our hearts
off the life
with his violet fingers
and he wraps them
in a delicate paper
of eternity
and puts
into his hive
and they buzz there
humming
drumming
beating
and he
sits by the hive
smiling
 


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i can buzz and sing a bit and produse some other noise and i sleep and i see myself there in that warm hive. and there i know wherever far i may fly over the fields and forests and however deep i may fall asleep inside some fragrant bud and suffocate in the city smog the hive will give me comfort and cut my little finger with inspiration and torture of belonging to delicate eternity...a nice dream you showed me when i was coming home...

Оксана Ростова   04.03.2005 19:02     Заявить о нарушении
Gloomy Oksana...

To length something ahead
There is no need of head...

Feelings... Emotion... (Enigma)

True: rules.
If the aim is to expose it - it's good, otherwise... I cant see other sence.

Скорчер   07.03.2005 08:26   Заявить о нарушении