3 sierpnia 2017
Rising Curtain
Sun tears into
clouds. Between oaks
climbs a rainbow.
Drenched, I scoop
the eyes in a trance
whispering rain.
Widening moon
like a talisman in -
a shriveled hand.
3 sierpnia 2017
Sun tears into
clouds. Between oaks
climbs a rainbow.
Drenched, I scoop
the eyes in a trance
whispering rain.
Widening moon
like a talisman in -
a shriveled hand.
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