Some are fleeing under the water <br />others fill large baskets with stones <br /> <br />they can not escape the beating <br />of their delicate faces <br /> <br />to keep the peace they kiss <br />The Big Foot and build <br />a prison <br />that none of them <br />manage to break out of <br /> <br />they are located in the labyrinth <br />sick-listed and collecting <br />to a bottle of wine <br /> <br />some are singing erotic songs <br />dancing in the large shadow <br />and listening to the drums <br /> <br />others run stop nowhere the road <br />they circle around each other missing their persecutors<br /><br />Mikael Ejdemyr<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/amy-winehouse-4/
