Wave in the Dark

Humble, like a homo Erectus should beOr stuttering slowly approaching words;Is it the wood, or its’ shadow behind, which sneaks from the wormhole on the lens?Let the boy claim something beforehe childishly dies;Guess now, as the gates openWhoever competes with her joy!?Shivers and itches are all aroundNo sweat!Be ready for what isa bit softer than… Continue reading Wave in the Dark

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