3 listopada 2020
Fading Sheen
My little dirty moon,
why were you hiding-
when the vulture-poems had
an uncanny similarity with
raging road show?
The volatility would not exit.
It rises in flames to make
a big black hole in the sky.
Sometimes I hate you,
sometimes I, love you,
my elusive, beautiful karma.
At night when I disappear
what poem you will read?
In fast-running stream, your
croaking will not be heard.
Try to begin a dance of democracy.
22 sierpnia 2025
sam53
21 sierpnia 2025
Yaro
20 sierpnia 2025
jesienna70
20 sierpnia 2025
smokjerzy
20 sierpnia 2025
Bezka
19 sierpnia 2025
absynt
19 sierpnia 2025
sam53
19 sierpnia 2025
Yaro
19 sierpnia 2025
sam53
19 sierpnia 2025
ais