Your Face, by George Chow Subscribe to rss feed for George Chow

Your face is the making of the sand.
A blow it may just gone into a can.
Mix of chemistry and senses made,
the days plain in time of changes.

Until one day the sand dignified,
one day the wind breeds the fertile,
one day its just a lie for what to find.
the days you flow by in time of rhyms.
Posted: 2013-02-13 05:10:46 UTC

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