Van Gogh's EarA Poem by Anna Banasiak
The space is blurred
I see men in the fur of red birds yellow clocks wearing hats are sitting at the table mirrors are laughing at me things are ticking in the echo of chaos I spread burning wings suspended in doubled dimensions the sea of colours is shaping sadness I feel so lonely in my locked reality © 2017 Anna Banasiak |
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