by atma anna christ
Again looking for your face in every other face
again fainting into a white rose the sleepless nights of sheer pain
again no idea about my shadow following every best movement
thinking immaculate dreams of metamorphosis
These days everything is blooming in orgiastic celebration of giving birth
watching the non existing gap between mourning and celebrating in the absence
of references
Just staying in your arms for a moment before this universe collapses into the past…
Thank Gaia 