#159 (dark dew drops)

 sweet scent of freshly fallen summer rain a rivulet streaming down my forehead washing away today's dust and sweat I close my eyes, feel my lids get wet  night is falling on my face like dark dew drops   25th June 2017        

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#149 (drowning my fears)

  the paths between light and dark glowing in shades of blue and yellow I drowned my fears in deep sleep stuck them to a fairytale I made up from some restless bits meeting some monsters on the way sometimes all it takes is a frame to collect my scattered thoughts to herd them back … Continue reading #149 (drowning my fears)