Παρασκευή, 28 Φεβρουαρίου 2014

Vision


Sound of the sea, lullaby to my demons.

Heavy fingers, grafting the skin, budding the senses.

Deep warm breath, like a desert wind, upsetting the loneliness.

Puzzling, dark half moon, bonding with my curvature, making me stand bright.

The moment shall be a memory and the memory shall be a sin.

If only all sins occurred in the name of love, what a trustful world to be risen indeed.

Amen.



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