Conny Kirsten
nowhereland
nowhereland
last summer rain
in dusty fields
hot atmosphere
fades into higher circles
hands on the ground
still feeling vibrations
the earth once awoke
now falling asleep again
senses so alert
cause of the bloody shine
of a leaving sun
shadows rising
turning everything into dark
black silhouettes
menacing not moving
so alone
with chasing rabbits
in a land of illusions
nowhere to hide
no cover anymore
just me
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Published on e-Stories.org on 05/13/2007.