Wednesday, June 30, 2010

"You're just riffing now, aren't you?"

The line of black angels
long tired of dancing
fall softer than a pin drop
into love after midnight
in the garden between
the good and evil
which dwells in the shadows
of every heart turned to stone.

30 June 2010
Noon
~Sarajevo~


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