26 lipca 2020
Understatement
Perched on a tree high
wave,
a moon was talking long
to me.
A live-in partenership
was in vogue. We always
loved each other breasts apart.
The weather was changing.
A plane load of tears would
disappear without a trace.
From somewhere a benign
lump explodes, making night,
a brilliant dream of
sleeping sky.
The hare jumps on the moon,
to snatch away the ambulatory
age, browsing around the death.
25 maja 2025
Marcin Olszewski
25 maja 2025
wiesiek
25 maja 2025
violetta
25 maja 2025
sam53
25 maja 2025
sam53
25 maja 2025
sam53
25 maja 2025
Belamonte/Senograsta
25 maja 2025
Yaro
24 maja 2025
wiesiek
24 maja 2025
violetta