Wednesday, November 1, 2017

Work of summer 2017: extract 23 of "Pulse project"






My hand search my pulse
I want to feel alive
You know this small beat that mean a lot

On this shore looking at some boats that go away
That pulse beating calmly

Who knows where I will go soon
That pulse lead me far

It is just my essence that speak
Through this life's pulse

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