Saturday, 29. October 2011
Solitude of Ravens
Omens of clear dreams
On the highway Orpheus descends
To raise up Eurydice
Feasters of tainted dusk Waiting for a guide to The otherworld to appear
Tears about the tree line Falling towards sleep’s blanket Which obscures all city lights
The more I look at you The more I become an augur On the verge of a tongue's Desolation and a haunting.
My Poems
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