Chiara Bogner - Winternight

This cold winter night is mirroring my heart,
restless deadlocked in a foreign life
ignoring people, looking for prickling suspense,
to escape this falsehood

This cold winter night is mirroring my heart,
graven image created to be cursed
pressing the gold on the thumping temple
stumbling thru tears

This cold winter night is mirroring my heart,
studiously hazard would degenerate me
apocalypse mood, careless
everthing will fade away.

Chiara Bogner

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