sábado, 16 de dezembro de 2017

Poetic village

Out of bricks never used before
not knowing I could have so much more
my new homes are built
without a shred of guilt.

Parts that were never mine
but that are part of me -
summoners of times unspoken,
beauty I never thought I would see.

As I love my neighbour
and their shared taste of young poet
for the beautiful and cold -
freshly bold,
everything ever so raw
that can only bring awe
while burning hell hot.

19/11/2017

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