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Into my world

She got through the back door

She tiptoed through dark

In silence

She placed both her wings

Smiling with stars

On my palm

Off of my face

Traces of soul drops

Instantly she dried

Gazed at my eyes

Deeper then deepest

And that one look

Returned them their glare

Katarina of dreams

In dizziness

I chase gods away

They don’t bring hope at all

They don’t bother

Don’t even say a word

Like made of stone

But she is long, long gone

Katarina of dreams






image courtesy of Erlinda Montinola