miercuri, 11 ianuarie 2017

Insomnia (V)

imagine the quarrel up there
- light beings fighting for harmony
their wings falling apart,
their feathers floating around

all is white now
under the utterly round moon.
I shall empty the dark half of the glass
and paint back the summer

I wish there was no story;
we'd be lost within ourselves
- white-out complete.

just go and never leave me


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