over-lied

and i am still waiting
among colorfull lies
i've hung to dry out
like my poems
like fotos turn to the memories
and dragondays
i've hung them all
to dry them out
squeeze them out
in sun slowly nihilic dance
rewinde the time
would you forgive her
could you..should
in apple-trees' shadow
the grass is growing so loud
so stay a while
not moving
saying not a word
in apple shadow oversined
overcharged overlied