Every day,
every evening,
every night,
the nights get darker.
I have no words
to describe it the way
I'd like to do it.
Still the clouds look so soft,
floating in the border of the earth and sky,
between something that's full of life,
and something that's full of nothingness.
Nothingness.
That's really nothing.
But still it's so much.
More than we know,
more than we can imagine,
more than we think we can ever find here.
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English poems
PoetryThe first thing I write here in English - a small amount of poems and writings, where some of them link to each other, but some of them don't. It's up to you to construct the whole picture in your mind. Mostly just from my "2AM and still awake only...
