This is a silent placeA Poem by weaknightwaking upThis is a silent place, nothing happens here, things happen elsewhere The chaos has its limits away from my mind, here is all movement, here it's all quiet. The nature has a limit which wakes me up, makes me wonder, makes me go through the lines of an invisible architecture. I experiment it, i am the projector of a world, in my head. © 2013 weaknight |
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