The bright side of the moon
Is fighting against the coming sun
And the sky turns pink
And the lights get off
Like in a fairytale of gold and dust.
Birds start singing under the ray
Of the orange light
And the sun
Is ready to face a new day.
It's time to wear
a new mask
Of colours and flowers
And to put off the old one
Of ashes and secrets
YOU ARE READING
The shadow through
Poëzie"Small circles and small steps back and forth till it makes no sense."
