17 kwietnia 2016
Length Of Time
Cell to cell a trapped apocalypse moves
breaking the taboo, deconstructing
the secret of body in chains
The myth explodes, offends the knowledge.
I know that I do not know myself.
Lacerating, ravishing the soil
the roots come out of air
to find the imprint of fruits.
I concede, I stop at the door of pain.
Hold me, when I tremble with stage fright.
My turn has come to speak the truth.
I have not made up my mind
to consume the light.
Garden takes a nap in the dark.
The boldness will face the dream
in length of time.
23 lutego 2025
sam53
23 lutego 2025
Bezka
23 lutego 2025
Jaga
23 lutego 2025
absynt
23 lutego 2025
absynt
23 lutego 2025
wiesiek
23 lutego 2025
Eva T.
23 lutego 2025
wolnyduch
23 lutego 2025
ajw
23 lutego 2025
ajw