Wild as the ocean, free as a mountain sitting motionless. Soft as a storm blooming in full.






Wild as the ocean. Free as a mountain sitting motionless. Soft as a storm blooming in full.





Monday, April 25, 2011

Pobresito

Played played played like a fucking fiddle.
Strummed and plucked in a childish riddle.
Bouncing, jumping like a foolish lover,
I bob and weave like a mouse, ducking for cover.
I dance to myself, because there is no other.
Safe and hidden, like a moth stuck on hover.


©3/2/11 by Danya Mosgofian
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2 comments:

  1. AnonymousMay 1, 2011 at 8:07 PM

    Gorgeous images and rhythm say it all. Very effective and affecting.

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  2. KiKiMay 9, 2011 at 4:50 PM

    I freaking <3 this. Seriously, amazing.

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