Good Morning Prypiat

Good Morning Prypiat

900 rusted years will pass
Framed moment, framed air
Nor even ghosts now haunt you
Good morning today
Always in the dark
But is not always night to you


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So, explain to me...

Ghost Station Park Memorial

Ghost Station Park Memorial

Was she there yesterday?
The oldest houses
Keep the oldest news
When glorious bells sing loud
The younger joys
The nights of fire
The golden fathers clocks
One by one
The dearest faces
The clearest thoughts
They all
Evolve to another line
In a bad poem
But these are also bad days
Hers is the morning
Night is yours


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Night is yours...

10%

10%

You stand so strong. My eyes must close.
Say your name.
I know it is Night.


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An older work here. I've created this one not a long time ago. Now it has found its place as part of my site collection. Actually, a simple manipulation of two or three pictures. Blended they resulted in this dark and fluid piece which is called 'Unreachable'.