Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Boris Dec 2024
This grey day
I have not even my shadow
for company
Boris Dec 2024
How mighty is
this breeze that carries
bells up the mountain
Boris Dec 2024
I wonder:
did the blossoms smell
your nose?
Boris Dec 2024
Stripped,
the cork tree
blushes
Boris Dec 2024
This dusk
speaks of everything
I cannot express
Boris Dec 2024
Noon passes,
and still I am hungover
from that dream
Boris Dec 2024
The magpies
have eaten mulberries—
their **** is purple
Boris Dec 2024
Mosquito!
I envy what you did
to her thighs
Boris Jan 8
The rain
falls and lifts
a fragrance
Boris Dec 2024
Winter wind,
please stop blowing
my thoughts away!

— The End —