A Little Child In a Lost Ballon
give your tears to time
let them run over my forehead
in waves of goodbyes
like tides of isolation
like this bitter fruit truth
still i wanna be the earth for you
even i can´t find no sacred tune
against all insanities
I m the trace of the white wolf
in sad snow i ll hunt for you,
i ll give you this mind,
a soil of unbloomed flowers
i ll give you all,
me, a little child in a lost ballon
Copyright © Mike Loewenrosen | Year Posted 2018
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