by P.T.E17 Dec 2014
If I wonder darkness and silence, is it a peek into my own poetry? Making stanzas need light and noises in the middle of silence. Shadows behind citron blue sky reverts to melancholy. At the backround there are still streams in my consciousness. I have to walk across the bridge to get into my mind and consciousness. Melancholic mind needs stability. I have found stability from wild nature in the middle of all backround noises. Beauty is fractions inside the hectic times. Light sparkles off autumns surface.