1 lipca 2024
My Scars Were Red
Give me a moment to live; The love dies casually.
Why were you carrying the corpse of memories?
Ozena? What do you smell? The day
burns, night cries. A robust reprisal appears.
Do not wail Destruction has come.
It was rapid. The world has swallowed my poems.
The jasmines are drying now.
Did your answer turn blue?
Why did you lead me to lotus lake? Was
it the loss of cranium. There was no water.
25 kwietnia 2025
wiesiek
25 kwietnia 2025
Yaro
25 kwietnia 2025
Yaro
25 kwietnia 2025
Belamonte/Senograsta
25 kwietnia 2025
violetta
25 kwietnia 2025
sam53
24 kwietnia 2025
wiesiek
23 kwietnia 2025
wiesiek
23 kwietnia 2025
Bernadetta
23 kwietnia 2025
Bernadetta