White night (Nuit Blanche)

Dreaming out loud
crowding out silences
grasping at the wind
whispers of wishes
all in scratches,
symbols and signs
clutching the gut.

About emmylgant

Cloud watcher and dreamer sometimes wise, often foolish, but I am what I am.
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