Shades of sparkle between white particles

colorful roses leave an thoughtful print

silent screams between roads,

circles of decadence, colorful

voices of existence, painting frantically

… And drawing with charcoal on that open sky.

Whisping, controlling, fearful

light through buildings, with a tired mist

roses and leafs screaming against

notes leaves metallic footprints, beyond transparent sight

purple clouds, black sparkle,

stairways, lost in an exhausting nothingness

(min första dikt på engelska på väldigt länge/my frist poem in English in a long time)