Slow Motion
Opaque images
floating
up the stream.
Ghosts of dreams
expiring.
You do not miss them, right?
The sordid howl
of the dead calm
between the eyes
and the solar plexus.
It used to be
our wreath of honour.
Now it thrills no more.
The maelstrom
has awoken.
Scourching white hot,
intangible.
Sleep some more,
my beloved.
06.07.2011. u 20:38 | Editirano: 06.07.2011. u 23:48 | Prijavi nepoćudni blog | Dodaj komentar
..a gdje je link za prijevod...::))
Autor: ruznopace_shmrcshmrc | 06.07.2011. u 20:48 | opcije
Eh, to sanjarenje...
Autor: akceleracija | 06.07.2011. u 20:51 | opcije
Ti duhovi prošlosti neka tamo i ostanu.. Lijepo :-)
Autor: leptirica_57 | 06.07.2011. u 21:18 | opcije
i ti slatko snivaj mila :)
Autor: ANGELVER | 06.07.2011. u 23:18 | opcije