joi, 18 ianuarie 2018

The calm before the storm

Staring blank at a white wall
from a white bed
in a white building
Cold hanging above and below
everything coated in snow

I am holding a small crystal ball
that fits all the weird details
It even holds a tiny stage
for senseless stories
about white territories

Seeing mountains and birds
cities and churches
children and men
and all random beings
that touched my feelings

Floating above the ground
all round and clear
still nature, no weather
heavy as darkness and
light as a feather

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