Evening thoughts Reverie A Child A hot stuffy room A steamy face-curtained window Symbols gracefully painted on glass A short exhibition of a stealthy
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I seek your coast Your horizon... Whispering fingertips On dripping skin... Feeble questions Sounds from my throat
The pulsation of my blood The pressure splits my skin Magma floats Burns feeble flesh into ashes Sulphurous screams in my head In a petrified soul
slowly you spin a cocoon and disappear Let me open your seals and enter your garden Let me seek to find your well Then I'll sit down by the source And
Behind your door Landscapes Your name carved into a stone Rivers Water in your hands Salvation
Evening thoughts Reverie A child A hot stuffy room A steamy lace-curtained window Symbols gracefully painted on glass A short exhibition og a stealthy