Unstoppable fire when it rains,
steals my heart and veins
Big thoughts in a minimal bowl
are destroying my soul
Invisible wounds by a wooden knife
are representing my empty life
Nothing of everything I find
are exploding in my mind
© Björn Blomqvist 2016-10-18
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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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