Thursday, 1 October 2015

Amidst the falling trees and drifting clouds.
The evening rose above my head.

To lose oneself under the night and maybe to forget the morning birds' call every day.
I might as well give up.

Give up on this dream.

As I drift into the passing night 
new worlds are waiting 
patiently, ever patiently for me.

15.feb.2015


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