Midnight

The true work of art is but a shadow of the divine perfection.

The Mind Of Midnight

I decided to delete my previous entries and start over, giving more thought to my way of expression and language. Most of it will, of course, be in english as I express myself best that way and it will contain poems, lyrics, pictures, all in favour of my fancy and relying on my mood, being a visual or musical impression of it, also giving a small insight to what might be going on in my mind, without myself putting words on it..


 

Yoy may call me... Midnight...

Jeg svøber mine måneblege hud i den sorteste nat,
Min tavshed er larmende og min støj er stille,
Stjernerne er i mine øjne og faren i mit smil...
Det er blevet midnat.
Af Dianna Dresfeldt
/Midnight

Veninderne

Luchessi Montecillo

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Dianna Dresfeldt