15 may 2020
Staircases
Why the pink words
float in black eyes?
I swear, I will not look
at the moon again.
The city burns in snow.
A jump of small
legs, takes you far
from the roar of falls.
The blackbird was my
mascot, sitting on the white
birch, dreaming blue.
A white sheet covers the
shrieking nails. You
cannot walk barefoot
on smouldering candles.
Why again you are climbing
the volcanos?
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