Member-only story
the movie maker has been caged
the dark silence of the night,
sleeping easily and tight,
fire cracking in the corner right.
simple fairy tales,
glossy single faith,
stepping over lonely shade,
cross over fluffy shape,
single thinking was moisture for demons
thirsty of the virgin blood.
the movie maker has been caged,
in his place came inhibition and shame,
until the Gods granted the escape,
imagination slowly has been revived,
characters are awake,
more time to think and write
to catch the fluid ride,
that stepped aside for a while
to allow life’s teaching on the screenplay.
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Look for the beauty around us!
