.
A halo of diversity
Hung over the city.
A wave of cold
Frosted the summer illusions.
Roused wind
Unleashed its anger.
The first tree
Had accepted the nudity
As winter coat,
Fell asleep
And started to dream…
.
Hristina Guteva
Hristina Guteva . Attic Under Sky
.
Lost in the day
Found in the fog
of the night,
Neon beam
brought us there.
Bodies seeking
Spirit of Eternity
In the attic under sky
Dew by sweetness
Inside out is poured.
Salt spray
Forms fuzzy.
Were we
Or
Will we?
Maybe
we were dream.
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The Brinks Gallery ; The Pendulum Room 