beyond the world
of all the things,
beyond the stripes
of all the strings,
where the flow stops
and the river dries,
where nights and days
sleep in embrace,
my tear would drop
and split apart:
nights from the days,
stripes from the strings
and all the things
will start to flow
in the abyss…
in the abyss….
© 2012 by Nina K Orlovskaya
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