Shadows in the dark
Walk when you walk when
time fades away, grabbing you
while you are up for grabs;
can you hear me, pal?
It’s waiting in that colourless pitch,
I know, they are pitched at me,
those early shadows emanating faith
like a weak, boring dawn light;
they lie in wait, pal, waiting for you,
for dark is the colour. Soft is its hide.
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Napisal/a: Mirjam Dular
- 05. 12. 2021 ob 12:19
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