25 czerwca 2020
Let's Decide
Less of charity
was needed, when you sleep
till dawn.
The spirit of the tree
comes down to
wake up the sage.
It spills the light
for a troubled window
cracked by hail.
A drenched house
of words
becomes pale, page by page.
I do not know
how to tell the story
of two bats which flew without wings.
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