Sunday, August 1, 2010

watching : the unbearable lightness of being | 1988


you can sleep, sleep in my arms.
like a baby bird, like a broom among brooms, in a broom closet..
like a tiny parrot, like a whistle.
like a a little song,
a song sung by a forest.. within a forest.. a thousand years ago ~ tomas | the unbearable lightness of being

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