Hallow Jan - Tragic Flaw
Nothing's simple as always.
that tender texture of the skin of the hand
has scratched and seize my heart.and my body
a torrential rain in my heart
and crying my virtual images with that rain....
what have we seen?
what have we heard?
the world made of miraculous imagination,
and the truths that doesn't contain tricks...
where is that a tragic to stand up on the empty ruin.
Once again shadow is on us.
it was just my... and your virtual imagination...
time has come! return to the charge!
