never

Posted on by anna christ

wind blowing along the mountain line

blinding

meeting eternity this dance

screaming along bipolar memories

empty streets in a town of dying

be loving compassionate tonight

as the fate turns page on the book of changes…

 

img_1658-1

 

Advertisement

Leave a Reply

Please log in using one of these methods to post your comment:

Gravatar
WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out /  Change )

Cancel

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.

Published by anna christ

to say something about me is to allow you to tell me more/ words are actions and so heavily frame... iam a messenger, without meaning, empty, useless here and now...