mardi 12 janvier 2016


I do not have any photo

this is nothing but a vision 

or experience

a state

between lucidity

and slumber



Midnight Poetry


she had a moonlit scarf

when she was sad

she'd wrap it around her hips

and dance her way to the stars

way up there

where she could see

here and there

the islands

shining

on her beloved moonlit Sea


Rai Chaze







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