but now the lake of words is dry <br />the eyes produce no rain <br />from clouds of thoughts <br /> <br />the pink flamingo <br />of my nose bows down <br />to reach my mouth <br /> <br />i do not keep the silence <br />i do not... but guess <br />the silence keeps me... <br /> <br />or may be not...<br /><br />ONElia AVElar<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/in-the-beginning-was-the-word/
