Contemplations From A Black Star Citizen.
And when you’d listen
To her voice escape as
Her lips parted
Dosing souls through vocals
That would hit the core
Like a defibrillator
Resuscitating minds,
Reminding you of a time
When you’ve never
Felt more alive.
– Original-Dante ©2016
Art by: tomatomatomato
Sun and rain
Present in tandem,
Echoes of an argument ensue,
As the rain voices
Its unwillingness to yield
To the earth’s orbital controller,
With the hail crashing
Against my feet.
– Original-Dante ©2016
Photograph by: Sortvind
