Marcus Nalgaber Posted October 23, 2020 Share Posted October 23, 2020 On the pillow of fear I dreamed that my feet were chasing each other running in the dark among the cracks of a day I dreamed that I was flying over a field of white faces that shone under the light of a sad moon ... I dreamed that I was walking no walking it was the Earth that moved under my feet How many flags fighting against the storms they did I dreamed that a street emerged between night and life full of people hidden in the shadows of their wounds and that a drum sound shaking the corners puting out the streetlights with the fury of a hydra and that it was me the one that ran between tears and fire When I dream on the pillow of my fears Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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