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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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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