Jun 2018
windless,
the night
roars,
slithering
in the dark,
brush strokes
of light
ripping
the world -
like an anguish
wipping your heart,
a tremor in your hands
unveiling a fear
unnamed.
the night
roars,
slithering
in the dark,
brush strokes
of light
ripping
the world -
like an anguish
wipping your heart,
a tremor in your hands
unveiling a fear
unnamed.
22.06.2018
summer started bringing up stormy nights - the motive for these lines.
summer started bringing up stormy nights - the motive for these lines.
