In a doorway, timid and shining, you stood in silence… – Marina Kazakova
2020-06-30
Clouds seed tearsupon your skin –probably more similar to frost,rain pearls slowly sinkdeep down the ice layers –your eyesare tired metallic mist,the raindrops are volcanic rockslike basalt in the Venetian lowlands,everyone seems to complainwhenever it rains on Earth,even in Belgium…Oh, God, lease, rain meto those shoulders and this umbrella,let meContinue Reading