Poetry by Vladimir Fischer
Photo by Lenka Sluneckova
“Everything’s shifting…”
Sad souls are moving upwards,
closer to the clouds
further from the pipes
and bleached out labs.
Everything’s shifting,
drifting like a smoke
from our colorful manhole
before vanishing into the unknown.
Marked souls are on the journey,
closer to the soil
further from the fear,
but closer to the undying sphere.
Poetry by Vladimir Fischer
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