I turned to
stone
becoming
part and whole
wandering
alone
the cosmos
took my soul
carved in
memory
is the
image of the sea
reflecting
the light
that froze
me in the night
I saw far
and high
wailing
wings that bright
shimmering
in unseen light
cry for the
ever darkening sky
Auteur: Tim Tienes | ||
Gecontroleerd door: pantarhei | ||
Gepubliceerd op: 01 november 2009 | ||
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