28 kwietnia 2015
Fractured Time
He would set them free,
words. On cityscape.
For extended release of connotations.
Part of him, not his way,
and become weaponless.
Once the silence descended,
nothing was left to be known.
Between doubt and belief
anguish was palpable.
Truth was a capped fossil.
The rumors and denials
were similar. Fractured time.
From lie to lie watercolor ticks the clock,
fells the tribe of seekers
and breaks the mirror.
29 listopada 2025
dobrosław77
29 listopada 2025
Belamonte/Senograsta
28 listopada 2025
wiesiek
28 listopada 2025
sam53
28 listopada 2025
sam53
28 listopada 2025
sam53
28 listopada 2025
sam53
28 listopada 2025
Arsis
28 listopada 2025
violetta
28 listopada 2025
absynt