My soul...lost skies of wanders,
painting liquid nature of melancholy...
Dancing pale lights in the limbos,
foreigner for myself ,
stranger for others ,
lone stone memory,
long story of trees,
on line tears terminal ...
My soul, sketching waters
in ancient Flemish oil ,
fragments of the past...
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Author:
lorenz (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: September 10th, 2023 04:22
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