Friday, 27 January 2017

Flames

Walking, along the silent street
In the darkness, the snow glints like fire
I scrunch it with my naked feet
It burns, it tingles
It’s the burning I desire

In front of me, a wet black hole
surrounded by blue ice
I tremble in my flesh and soul
I’m here, I’m there in no disguise
And every step I take leaves a print
I measure with my eyes

Then a splash, a breath
The water flows
Blood circles through my veins
The fresh wind grabs my skin, so softly it blows
My body burns in flames


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