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Alexandra Mihalcea / Blog

HORSESHOE (stupid shit :P)

Inside the birdcage

The dreams are forbidden

They can become your reality

And teach you to sing

The only thing allowed here

Is knocking your silences

Hard to the bars

Like your death depends

On several things

Including the weather

So here I am

Cold and stiff I found myself

Living in a morgue drawer

Drinking wine and thinking of Paris

What a cheap image

When you have no one

To share the drawer with.

When I'll grow young

I want to become a horseshoe

And bring luck to a bird song.

Mammsie Graham
Mammsie Graham  (almost 13 years ago)

beautiful work

Alexandra Mihalcea
Alexandra Mihalcea  (almost 13 years ago)

Thank you :)