5 lipca 2012
RESPONSE
The myopic tongues
of tall trees, going downhill
to find the roots of four-letter words of dead,
unspoken, but sung in dark.
They had come out of the skin.
River was flowing on emotional track,
with heavy eyelids. Father said,he would never die.
Your unborn children were tasting
the salt of the road still untaken. The pain
in the neck was grizzlier,
when the sun was retreating in virgin hole.
Moreover, the wrinkles will tell the tale
of truant hands who would not
play with the silken adolescence
of a delirious moon.
Satish Verma
27 kwietnia 2024
Uśmiech z trawkąJaga
27 kwietnia 2024
NumerMarcin Olszewski
27 kwietnia 2024
Ulica niebolesnychkb
26 kwietnia 2024
2608wiesiek
26 kwietnia 2024
zgarbiona wiarasam53
26 kwietnia 2024
CancerArsis
25 kwietnia 2024
nie mogę zasnąćYaro
25 kwietnia 2024
zatopiony obrazYaro
25 kwietnia 2024
***eyesOFsoul
25 kwietnia 2024
Adam Zagajewski - pamięćsam53