domingo, 2 de agosto de 2020

Pure dialect

Out there it is way fouler,
but as you know,
in my soul
I never sink too low,
so
in your ear it has its own law
that wasn't written,
sounds sweet
and raw
in word
in time with my heartbeat
of bird
like a kitten
held on by its claw
and even its rare dirt
is an ominous sign from the owls
of my respect,
of what is honest and correct.

25/07/2020

Nenhum comentário:

Postar um comentário

Obrigada pelo feedback!

Mysterium fidei

Como é que pode se sentir mais viva na hora da morte em ai em ode enquanto escorre feito derrubada torre sem corte nem ferida?   09/12/2025