- the Blue Hole -
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Bees fly in drunken joy
where cotton candy turns into thoughts
gives us golden moments
and guards the soul's jewelry box
Listen to the earth's breathing in a conch
in the tears of compassion
Life swings,
from angelic to evil
Falling ____
down into a huge blue hole,
without the slightest glimmer of light
No reconciliation,
everything is erased from the soul
One minute before death
17/05/2021
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
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