14 listopada 2016
Blind Alleys
A nascent cry
demands the signature
of space.
I will start the self destruction-
clawing back
on the land of
betrayals.
The rule of sky was at stake.
Trees were burning
and the birds
want to grasp
the stark reality of notional violence.
In dark hour
I know not words
to lift the eyelids
the cloud, the flowers, the blood!
21 listopada 2025
smokjerzy
21 listopada 2025
Belamonte/Senograsta
20 listopada 2025
sam53
20 listopada 2025
violetta
20 listopada 2025
wiesiek
20 listopada 2025
Belamonte/Senograsta
20 listopada 2025
Jaga
19 listopada 2025
sam53
19 listopada 2025
Toya
19 listopada 2025
Jaga