8 grudnia 2023
After Thoughts
How I loved you
green, in hot summer
noon, when you
Were not mine.
Sky scented with nostalgia
talks to gypsy moon.
Each star becomes
a wound. The winged thoughts
fly like monarchs.
8 grudnia 2023
How I loved you
green, in hot summer
noon, when you
Were not mine.
Sky scented with nostalgia
talks to gypsy moon.
Each star becomes
a wound. The winged thoughts
fly like monarchs.
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