Beneath the layers of city
the drip, drip, drip of ancient water
ghostly grey carp, like whispers
glide past the glitter of countless currencies.
Medusa, your head in two
silent serpents twisted
green algae
the city upon your chin, at your temples.
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4 comments:
I love those photos. So dream/nightmare thing
Thank you, Yoda!
Did you write the text, Szaza?
I did :)
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