did we replace the jungle of leaves,
with a jungle of thieves?
for there is plenty of wind in both
and
the ground feels all burdens.
a bold wind can blame the cholera
for chimera,
when the noises heard from opened windows
carries a neutral, nerveless passion
killing you to freedom,
killing me
indifference
and the last bit of child has left me,
was left by me,
in the spring of 97'
its skin dust settles sour
in the lungs of us all.
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your words are full of senses,
ReplyDeletebrilliant reasoning.
Happy Halloween,
ReplyDeleteHope all is well, stopping by to say hello.
join our poetry picnic week 11 if you can.
smiles.
hello, thanks for stopping by
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