duminică, 11 noiembrie 2018


they gave me a baby
from the train
I did not know him
"It's yours," they said
since then
I walk every day
ftom to  stop him crying
the train is swinging us
and he sings for me
with a disappointed harp
my baby
never fall asleep
he stuck to a blue bench
He balances his hands
besides my inert body
looks at me
do not listen to me
but I know them
I get it in my arms
and we run
over the days
on an illusory field
terribly sad
the black rose
and showing us candor and thorns

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