The white outline is a blur.
Was what I saw an illusion of choice?
But I accepted what there was.
Surrendered.
Now at least no longer ashamed to admit my fears.
Open the palms. Accept. Courageously surrender. To what?
The moon is right above, the white outline...
I might not like this tomorrow.
Sunday, 26 November 2017
Courageously surrender
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Saturday, 25 November 2017
Random light
Even if you don't know it, you are doing it for me:
Random light, somewhere storm...
Some time sea.
Saturday, 18 November 2017
One day one night
One day
There might be one night
When things will go well after starting right.
One day there may be yet
One night I will not forget.
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Poems
Saturday, 11 November 2017
If it's...
If it's only in your imagination, does it exist? If it doesn't exist, can it be lost?
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Thoughts
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