Freitag, 25. Januar 2019

their full-blooded

unguarded
the night
seems
brighter than
thousand
Sun
the rain
from the gold
the Stars
of their
Planets

Between
us the
soul
of it the
dream
us
touched
a breeze
her spirit
a greeting
a kiss
her bloodied
lips

Behind the
Grid to
Day in
fully conscious
always active
weaving
moving
remains

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