Sep 2017
for.
this is the time.
birds fill grains
into my hollow bones.
they peck my sense,
fly my body.
rest in my soul.
and chirp in my poems.
words they are.
and me ?
--- their night.
this is the time.
birds fill grains
into my hollow bones.
they peck my sense,
fly my body.
rest in my soul.
and chirp in my poems.
words they are.
and me ?
--- their night.
