There are some days
that the world is not only
too large
but too full
for me
and I not only with I could
but I desperately plead and long to
sit in an empty, sunny
field in Italy
far from the thought of another
human on not only what would then be
my soil, my land
but on Earth itself
and read poetry
because poetry is all that matters
when there is no one else
around.
Apr 5, 2018
Apr 5, 2018 at 12:33 AM UTC
There are some days
that the world is not only
too large
but too full
for me
and I not only with I could
but I desperately plead and long to
sit in an empty, sunny
field in Italy
far from the thought of another
human on not only what would then be
my soil, my land
but on Earth itself
and read poetry
because poetry is all that matters
when there is no one else
around.
