An empty space
consists of nothing
Divided in two parts
The eyes are blind
by the black surface…
…Hindered by hearts
One world of hope
dreams of everything
Gathered on one place
Our Globe is blind
by the darkest clouds…
…It still an empty space
© Björn Blomqvist 2017-11-23
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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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