The Hole

Леся Маат
Airplanes are scissors which cut the sky
And it rains through the numerous seams
The pleasure of two is in baby's cry
And the world is better than it seems

One day there will be nothing but memories
And unexploded bombs from the World War II
I'm not looking for dream job vacancies
My eyes are vacant when I gaze at you

31/08/17
FFM, Germany