27 october 2017
Breaking Dawn
A squirrel on a stone bull
revives a genre,
after a black rose
fell on the lips of tremor.
One amphibian was always there
part in water and part on land.
Climbing on words,
to become an avis -
the avatar of a flying god.
There was no song -
on the bridge of tears. Let us
share a lost dream.
Do you find seashell in the
desert of diction? Here once a
river flowed under the rocks.
Friends don't squeeze the moon.
It was honey in a blue urn,
collecting the morning rays.
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