Saturday, April 16, 2005

Sub Ground Level

There are days
That open new ways
And give us the prespective
Of a continuos timeline
Cross peak surroundings
Of thunder sparks
Aromatizing with fresh
Perfumes of Peaches
After a returning
Day from the famous
Floating in the night's
Fog curtains
Thousands of waves
Invading the neuro
And drink the experience
Of another outcomer

HASTA