Eternity can talk


For a single moment I saw
and it scalded my nerve endings to the no longer cultivated weave
restfully in lost feeling I bowed myself before the bounteous
magnificent in wanting to continue
lovely in a freedom zone
where the acoustics from silent tears are clinging
and yet detaches itself facing nature’s swing
in powerful explosion the idea turns one turn through the earth that stubbornly, alone remains
even when the magical roots loosen its grip and freely seeks foundation
in a paralell world
the questioning tone of the willing
so it withers away, that doesn’t favor
when time comes-
wash themselves,
wash me
in a sunrays whimsical voyage.


Cat Photography



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