Wednesday---

 

Wednesday,

 

When lies turn up to the sky,

grey sky open their wings, blue sunday.

And the whisper is in the middle of the night

and i still asking and wondering,

price in a second.

 

There´s only one line between the ashes and the days,

leaves across the old days, that i used to remember.

sometimes memories expands the telegram.

Changes, somethimg more, new lines above the ice.-

 

 

Phantom Poet.