He was observed: made from scratch.
night
Give me space: more light years:
enough time to chase the stars
The sound of silence – feelings
of loneliness. The sight of darkness.
A Poet’s dream is to be heard
All days grow dark.
He was observed: made from scratch.
Give me space: more light years:
enough time to chase the stars
The sound of silence – feelings
of loneliness. The sight of darkness.
A Poet’s dream is to be heard
All days grow dark.
