On the thin line I walk.
Hushed and dead
lie all the dreams.
Too many long nights,
spanning the centuries.
I turned course long ago,
to find the necessary vein.
A fragment in a room’s dimness,
and a life without you.
My secret opening
A Wandering Poet
As I walk around I like to record what I experience. Through poetry, ideas and thoughts I hope I can share some of these experiences with you.
A Wandering Poet 
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