Poezie
Eternal
1 min lectură·
Mediu
Droplets falling ubiquitous
upn my shoulders facing
blackness and the precipice
of the moist abyss/citadel against
my torn apart chest
There is a cleft in the wall
And it lured my sight something
dreadfull, disturbinglly calm
and I remained untenanted
Wondering at the image which lay
beyond... blackness and itself
like me was there... eternal
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