Source: http://therumpus.net/2009/07/the-perfect-murder-weapon/
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Morning:
The flowery cup burns my fingers
Coffee - the nuclear plant of mornings
I'm waiting for the Sun to rise from the corner of my house
It's late again
Clouds:
On the pale ink of the sky
An unseen finger
Paints
A Sun on the Hand of God
Genesis:
The universe is born dreaming
On the eyelid of an angel
My soul
The shadow of a leaf
Survival:
From the vast vineyard birds chirp
The first one to fall out of the nest in the wet grass
The tomcat plays with his prey in his soft paws
I am begging for rays from the sun on a bench
Venice:
A hidden slippery world of masks
A carnival of vanities
The pesimist invented himself a silk face
For the optimist a smile is enough
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