Fighting waters
Conceived, carried and delivered in the waters the Moldau river.
Fathered by melancholy, infinitely present losses ever counted.
Here's the clown, long abandone by the travelling circus.
Ash and blood smeared in ghastly grin the dog collar worn for applause.
Mothered in pain, never forgotten losses ever counted.
Here's the act of aging ballerina balancing sugar spun threads only the pink umberella aspiring the sky.
And the water caresses me whispers ; Dont fight fate.
Yet -
Ido wish for wind.
All i need is a moment long enough to conquer.
