Slow hands decipher an untone meaning
Majestic radiance derives the feeling
Clone to my own semiotic hopes
Dunes of muster, until he copes
No one else so close, my lost cause
A new tomorrow, without these laws
Forgive my last, I am free
Ephemeral my dreams, just like the Joshua tree.
it is quite hard to follow the first time you read it. Gradually after you have gone over it a few more times, you realize that it is still hard to follow. of course its exactly how you right it. if you could give me a brief background of the concept behind each of your poems, i will be able to enjoy it more.
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