palm to palm your feet race... <br />making every step <br />a lotus in blossom, <br />a season in a spring, <br />a criminal out of jail, <br />all engraved on a speck of <br />lustrous diamond... <br /> <br />abruptly, <br />distraughtly, <br />my veins cripple intently, <br />my neurons tremble to death, <br />my ghost rages with fire... <br /> <br />and would somehow look forward <br />to the edge of this intervention...<br /><br />Juan Pablo Socrates<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/jealousy-82/
