Mensagens
a dreary glare
breaking out
through mystic spaces
between us
a broken wishbone
an amulet to lure - all crooking light
cold december dust
whistling
like quivering leaves
and burning
like desert sands
the stone serpent
slivering
alive like ghosts
where the river's current, fades like memories
poignant provender
of fiery seeds
the blackest of sorrows
a new grain
from the earth
opening oak doors, ´
in silence
fall,
from the tide
of a dream wave
winter deities,
to witness
elusive night visions
under neon shrouds, city passages
that brought us
into one single place
- where we bend
to see some
fire birds.
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