Chance London hotel encounter
Expecting English greeting tinged with Russian gloom
from blanket cocoon an unexpected ray of light
A northern angels beautiful smile
In shyness I seemed aloof perhaps awkward
Though I did more than notice the unexpected guest
Torture Garden medieval ambiance tribal beats time irrelevant
Anticipation for thorned friend adorned with flowers
Brief glimpses of pink in a rising stairway
A metallic green white crowned vision in shadow
They should sell those blanket cocoons
The butterfly effect is perfect
Wheres Nicci? friends synapses processing
Long gone flower hunting
A question experience ensues breeding few wrong answers
Tonight no one else matters
She’s been here for 12 years, nothing
I’m sure there’s something, I saw it in her eyes
I watched her slowly folding broken feathers
As if holding fragile precious treasures
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