Wrong sense

Every star that night
walked on my back
as a sleepless tour
headed for a fight

Early morning sun
jumped on my chest
in a moment later
stopped me to run

Heavy rain by storm
bounced on my face
as shivery skin layer
slimy like a worm

© Björn Blomqvist 2016-04-27

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Björn Blomqvist

Published Poet with B.A. In Art History and B.A. in History too. Blogs about Art and Culture encounters, art analysis and about history and trevels. Still writing on my first novel and meanwhile a lot of Poetry. Some kind of Word Artist...

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