Falling

Posted on by anna christ

The night falling dreams of loss unending moments less or even

Metronome of existence

another the other pictures displaced torn burned memories nothing affords millions of stars in her eyes

the night solace falling and falling in mystery time

Wild horses galloping the wind of eternity space embracing odes

tears rivers oceans engulfing torment a never ending dance

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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...