I am somewhere in the rainstorm, pressed over the line.
Heavy-heeled my footfalls echo, in the decadent halls of your mind.

Across the light and through the space of dislocated time;
your kisses find their way to me, our hands are held in kind.
Memories and dreams are blurred, by their al-ter-nates.

But your role in this world my dear, is un-mis-takable.

Don’t care to be an inmate here,
imprisoned by your silence.
The key to this a simple thing,
I need you to give in.

Or else it’s back to war for me,
and never to be seen;
the lucid striking beauty of
that which is yet to be.

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I’m a Graphic Designer and aspiring Writer from Nelson, New Zealand, currently living in Sydney, Australia. I am passionate, energetic and driven. My work tends to focus on the expression of my energy, and the perception of the energies I feel, see in the light, the situations and the people around me.

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  • IzzyGumbo
    IzzyGumboabout 3 years ago

    mighty fine writing Laszlo

  • canonman99
    canonman99about 3 years ago

    the chains of fall approach as the leaves drop to there knees

  • Laszlo Totka
    Laszlo Totkaabout 3 years ago

    Thank-you very much! :)

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