20 march 2018
Spotlessly
It was the day of
dead patriarch.
I was fondling an echidna.
The home was
carried away in the─
storm. Must find a broom.
On the remains─
of a burned-out soul.
A hope sits on the altar.
A piano drenched in rain─
will not sing in the gale.
The sky will collapse─
one day, I will bring
back the bluebird,
for a revenge.
26 january 2025
26.01wiesiek
26 january 2025
Resztki dla dzwońcaJaga
25 january 2025
0034absynt
25 january 2025
Marie-Sophieajw
24 january 2025
24.01wiesiek
24 january 2025
Klaudiaajw
24 january 2025
Relaksajw
23 january 2025
Jowitaajw
23 january 2025
2301wiesiek
23 january 2025
jesieńBezka