Online journal capturing the moment and the memory of moments. A meadow meditation. |
| O Fiery Ball from Hell Go hide behind those grey curtains, you fiery Ball from Hell. Good riddance. You have no shame for the Life you wither. Go thither... somewhere where they worship your flame. Perhaps Oregon. Moss covered, shrouded by dark pines. Just... don't torch them. Tonight you glow brilliant. But we all know your game. Across the galaxy your brethren burn with no shame. © Copyright 2021 Kåre Enga [178.156.s] (19.juni.2021) |