The poem bleeds
from the ancient city of emperors
and pours his saliva
about geniuses
on mothers *****
in small wooden churches ;
the poem bleeds,
coloring with mystery
the tasteless past
of the sorrows of the world.
Feb 24, 2015
Feb 24, 2015 at 12:08 PM UTC
The poem bleeds
from the ancient city of emperors
and pours his saliva
about geniuses
on mothers *****
in small wooden churches ;
the poem bleeds,
coloring with mystery
the tasteless past
of the sorrows of the world.
