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Your shimmering sounds captivate me in a really silent way.

Your colour changing seems to be stray, from no nation.

May be ruined.By one.And no colours will remain, no shiver.Just an echo;

When people will shout asking in front of your  door, the reason why you’ve vancuished-you can’t play it ,the invisible man, anymorE- how we were able to see right through you.Now, too much dirt.

No red spots for me, no frontier.

It’s good to know that I can swim; slice the waves with my…woven hands,

that I can swim through your valleys and though I stumble I know one day;

Not the sea, but a river I may cross.

~ από mourningthedeparted στο Οκτωβρίου 17, 2007.