The ChocolatiersA Poem by jonahI will succumb now to your helpless anger, your restlessness since everything i touch turns into steel. Distant turbines or some coins, just pick one that you will carry in your everlasting transformation. On the brink of harsh, unforgivable despair, you bounced into your favorite odors. Yes, i found you sitting there with your silent, suddenly laid back manner; A cup of good moccacino, chocolate bars, golden Belgian pralines smearing the fragile air. You inhaled a deep breath freely, somnolent sunbeam whirled inside your lungs, vanilla cream and cherries. You sleepyhead. What we've become, what we could not overcome, we surrounded ourselves with birds and trees. Perfect,as you would call it, it was the best, the most desperate we could do and now you want to take it back. I will succumb now to your dreams, your shock . You can hold my hand now. Go on, this is now your town. Friendly fountains, flocks of assorted tourists, gift shops; From the cafe table we start out our trip. There are photographs today of people, houses, and window panes. So, everything is numb and everyone is rich. Nothing more than a thousand running marzipan horses. You can hold my hand now. Go on, this is now your town. When ganache melts all mountains, rocks are just cashews and hazelnuts and on a grey summer day we'll tie the ribbons to keep it a secret: the happy cape in everyone's hand. © 2015 jonahReviews
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2 Reviews Added on December 3, 2014 Last Updated on January 21, 2015 AuthorjonahIndonesiaAboutI'm 19 year old christian man who lives in Indonesia. Sometimes i find it difficult for me to explain my thoughts and emotions in a solid, organized way. I must admit, that's one weakness of mine that.. more..Writing
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