3 Aralık 2005

Fire Article

Feeling so magic, then to be drowned
Getting such a feeling from the unknown
Invisible during the day
Clear in my dreams for which I prey
The coldness of a stone
Touches the silence inside
The temper of your glances
Through the lights of the raining storms
I do not care,
I live on my own
Keeping me from myself all alone
Quakes in my mind
Suddenly flutters my heart
I suddenly turn back and gaze around
The shrill looks dazzle my soul around
Red blooms sprout from the ground
The reaction of a corpse;
I pick them off for my mystical wound
Searching for silence for a piece of light
For all was so, out of Justice
Worthless through my honoured Weakness

D.o.10.09.1995

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