I am not
My little bugs dried eyes
A stones brush
And she
At an entrance, alone
I understood
A world commitment to wisdom
Unique news of love
A loved mind I have
Others live
In the passing of words
Through an unused vessel
This laughter is madness
We are very young
In our time
And this illustration
Of war
A kama sutra
Never leaving itself alone
Aug 8, 2025
Aug 8, 2025 at 8:38 PM UTC
I am not
My little bugs dried eyes
A stones brush
And she
At an entrance, alone
I understood
A world commitment to wisdom
Unique news of love
A loved mind I have
Others live
In the passing of words
Through an unused vessel
This laughter is madness
We are very young
In our time
And this illustration
Of war
A kama sutra
Never leaving itself alone