Whish Words Wave (2)
Some dreams are so reality. Wake up, in darkness love. Vanish colour covered. Falling endless deep down never ending somewhere . . . there you have to pay the bill . . . bevore you enter. Placeless occupied all in golden fiction seats, far away from her, the nordic Queen you lost in vain.
More on blog: „Risky Café“ http://günther-reil.com/2013/08/risky-cafe/ and „Whish Words Wave (1)“ http://günther-reil.com/2013/08/whish-words-wave/