#artism
under naked moonlight
my eyes had deceived me
my mind has tortured
me
for
years
she took my breath away
her black dress
on
an
concrete smile
she styled me
as she
danced for me
?
...
..
.
Jan 25, 2018
Jan 25, 2018 at 1:54 PM UTC
Artistic existing and being,
however it is,
comes from the verge
of the land of sense,
somehow non-consciously
and dazing,
like the prophesying Pythia,
yet not that supernaturally
Jun 14, 2020
Jun 14, 2020 at 8:17 PM UTC