Lost
We love the night
Oh, the dancing fool bordering oblivion,
pushing her up on her toes,
balancing on the silver line between truth and fiction.
Tonight is dark.
Do these beings crawl here
before we die?
– F H Hakansson
Lost
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Lol we both posted about people dancing (just had to mention). I wonder why the line between truth and fiction is silver …
Haha, who knows, maybe I was inspired by you? Even I don’t know how my own mind works.
Because it’s a nicer form of grey? Something like that, I guess 🙂
It’s so beautiful. And romantic. Yet scary
NICE! 😉
Thank you! ;D
Dancing is a soul-step. Intriguing post.
Thank you! 🙂