9 marca 2015
DARK MOONLIGHT
Watching from pin hole
lamps of baked clay.
Every thorn was in my flesh.
I was losing my voice
in crowd of maniacs.
Dragonflies climbing on worn leather.
Through cracked sunroof –
skull splinters into million heirlooms.
Fever climbs the feudals.
Why were you impatient with me?
I was narrating a shocking tale.
Frogs had acquired the land.
Plot was thickening every day.
Take me if you can, in the heavy shower
of meteorites in dark moonlight.
15 maja 2025
sam53
15 maja 2025
Bezka
15 maja 2025
wiesiek
15 maja 2025
violetta
14 maja 2025
wiesiek
14 maja 2025
Toya
14 maja 2025
Bezka
14 maja 2025
Misiek
13 maja 2025
marka
13 maja 2025
marka