A mind like a narrow alley
sprinkled with dots of light and shades.
Comfty corners, hard edge borders,
for a subtle life which fades.
Divinity dwells the valley,
Is wild pollen in the air,
Breathes the whiteness of the moonlight
Bears the night as thick black hair.
not all broken things must be mended
Hace 12 años


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