Lost in…

Deep, deep through my soul,
the sound of a falling stone
There is a big empty hole,
around and always alone

On and inside my boiling head,
the heat of a burning mind
To catch thoughts, alive or dead,
don’t know and what am I to find

© Björn Blomqvist 2018-12-18

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