I found Loneliness dead
between two daisies
and suddenly the wind
pushed the whispers back
inside the soul
and I started to talk dandelions
to myself:
I love you...
Such a fluttering idea,
it's like eating white vitamins
from the Moon,
innocent population will think
that a Ghost ***** the sweet clover buds
and Shakespeare- this ambiguous God-
will write a new tragedy
soon.
Sep 11, 2016
Sep 11, 2016 at 2:52 PM UTC
I found Loneliness dead
between two daisies
and suddenly the wind
pushed the whispers back
inside the soul
and I started to talk dandelions
to myself:
I love you...
Such a fluttering idea,
it's like eating white vitamins
from the Moon,
innocent population will think
that a Ghost ***** the sweet clover buds
and Shakespeare- this ambiguous God-
will write a new tragedy
soon.
