21 may 2018
Grains Of Wood
Read me a poem.
The lightening has touched again─
my raw nerves.
*
I say, don’t
climb the terrace. Bougaivillea
has made it a home.
*
I have come,
a longway to meet my lover,
the solitary moon.
30 july 2025
wiesiek
30 july 2025
absynt
30 july 2025
absynt
30 july 2025
absynt
30 july 2025
absynt
30 july 2025
absynt
29 july 2025
wiesiek
28 july 2025
Jaga
28 july 2025
wiesiek
28 july 2025
absynt