Troposphere 


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…

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