This is the light of the mind, cold and planetary
The trees of the mind are black. The light is blue.
The trees of the mind are black. The light is blue.
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The moon is no door.
I have fallen a long way. Clouds are flowering
Blue and mystical over the face of the stars
Inside the church, the saints will all be blue,
Floating on their delicate feet over the cold pews,
Their hands and faces stiff with holiness.
The moon sees nothing of this. She is bald and wild.
Blue and mystical over the face of the stars
Inside the church, the saints will all be blue,
Floating on their delicate feet over the cold pews,
Their hands and faces stiff with holiness.
The moon sees nothing of this. She is bald and wild.
The moon is no door.
The project “Moonlight” is realised with the financial help of the “Creative Initiative” program, by the National Culture Fund - Bulgaria.
