A night builds own imperium.
A shadow steals my soul.
If my life is aimless delirium
Then death is a worthy goal.
An open window. Like drops of milk
These clouds in anthracite sky.
I finished a verse. I uncurtained silk.
I stepped on the sill. Good bye…
by TETIANA ALEKSINA
© All rights reserved 2014
unbolt me 
First time I’ve heard drops of milk in a poem. Very clever. Also thanks for liking my Streamline Stage One post. I appreciate it.
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Thank you for visiting with us! 😀
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I really like what you do^^.
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She’s pretty amazing, that’s for sure. Thanks so much for visiting with us!
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pleasure^^
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Always there, with a twist and a wrench!
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Absolutely! 😛
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