Tuesday 22 March 2016

#CertifiedUncool

The dragonflies of spring
live their languor days



A)

I look on a brilliant day
through my sore teeth,
sleepless eyes,
 and dirty window.

2B)

She writes poems of
smoke,
on the sky,
for the past,
strangers ,
and passer-by.





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