I am the shadow of the night.
And the moon is my soulmate.
Its timid pale light
Cuts my darkness like a blade.
We dance on stones and burnt grass,
On the verge of infinity and nonexistence.
We will inhale the dust of times and stars
Until embraces is like thunderous collisions.
Moon Soulmate
© Copyright: Твоя Шизофрения, 2020
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